The queen
From her,within,far away inside
Open hearted
Healing smilings
Whose hand's the key to love belongs
Readiness from mind and hands to lift
Her nights' dew drops get wet the morning grass
Many await; as unto the east sun
Hoping the daily rising of her to come
For this one way she chooses to walk
And when each calm wind of her love does blow
Someone is sure to smile.
So many in me that time won't let
But sure in next when I shall rise to write.