Facing Her Majesty Poem by Jeffrey T. Bender

Greetings m'lady
Fare thee well this day?
Forgive me, my Queen,
for not introducing I who speak.
I am but a humble denizen
Of the realm upon walks our feet.
I come to kneel before thy beauty
And commit an action uncommon,
Nay, unlawful from a peasant to a Queen.
And if m'lady be truly caring
She'll utter nary a word
To the guard near yonder door.
Upon no utterance I pray thee grant
This lowly servant, I, this one request.
I kneel before thine loving grace
And in all honesty seek to place
A kiss upon fair maiden's hand.
Thou art the maiden
And after said kiss will I stand
To look into thine magickal eyes
And lose myself within thee.
Upon the regaining of spinning head
And thumping heart within my chest
Shall I flourish a bow
And leave, stunned,
By distant door through whence I came.
All thereafter will I be praying
That committed kiss will not have fallen
On numb or cold or stiffened fingers.
For to kiss one who ignores the moment
Will be a kiss, thus magick, wasted.
Such love would better suited be
For those whose hearts no longer beat.
I hope instead
To change in some way
The way thee thinks of me.