Moostef Vosti


My Queen - Poem by Moostef Vosti

My Queen

Music is the chalk to the blackboard of life
Without it, everything is a blank slate
Her smile is the music to my soul
Rhythm to my heartbeats

Your royal Highness, my very Queen
Your beauty stands majestic in its distinctive antique
A queen enthroned to royalty by character
An emblem of virtue is the true definition
Of this elegant and charming creation

Surely I congratulate God for taking to task
To define creation in splendour of a woman
Her heart is a gazebo where I find rest
When this life has grown cold

Oh how fair and Cupid God has kept my queen
Short of words and full of accepted codes of being
That my worries all obliterated by her conspicuous trust
As my infidelity vanish into an oblivion
That roses will grow upon

That day the church bell will toll
Not for prayers but for ceremonies of Union
To slip in her finger that band I kept while in wait
That day I seek to sing and dance obsequiously to her
That day she will officially be My Queen

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, June 21, 2012

Poem Edited: Friday, June 22, 2012


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