To My Queen 1/4/19 Read Count : 8

Category : Poems

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Your shape is exquisite 

As if molded by a genius sculptor 

You are supremely stacked

Your movements flow like the wind

I  have been on you-ecstasy of the gods

And long too once again

But it is never to be

As you lay rusting in a English Harbor 

Still-You will  always be my 

Queen Elizabeth 


  • Jan 04, 2019

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