My Queen

Behold as the colt doth yearn for the open valley, how my heart is thrilled in thee.
The love that thou giveth is as a singing stream, triumphant beyond the night breeze.

So as the noon hour cometh, I do tarry and ponder the beauty of such that is yet not forgot.
For whither thou art, your gaze doth calm my soul, such as the stars giveth comfort to the lost.

When time doth fall weary, as it will, much too old and most curiously too slow
I will let mine lips be bathed in your ever beautiful name and I will sing of what few truths I know.

My heart will beat to thee, now, forever indeed. My love to gladly take heed all things as my mate, my love, my queen