When I ran into your friends this morning
I noticed there was a face missing
Th'all make-believed comprehension despite their mourning
Yet I knew it was no time for teasing

Streams of sorrow dammed below under my chin
The news must have hurt me the most
And while I may not be your next-of-kin
In you, I must confess, a Queen I have lost

Your memorial was an afternoon of back-to-back praises
With audience ranging from even to odd faces
I did promise not to cry when everyone testified your good deeds
But suddenly tears eluded my eyelids

Yes, I will never get to walk you down the aisle
And together we shall not enjoy the honeymoon phase
But when the whole world is wearing a broad smile
Then, and only then, will I attest you were not just a FANCY FACE