My Queen
Machavellian feast
and love's never ceased
being a cohort to dreams.
Where the sun always set
and its rising beget,
her inertia has crept,
majestic and yet,
brazen, I fall
to my knees.
Resplendent or lambent,
so dazzling,
she's brilliant!
God and his angels
agree........
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