I was smiling even
Without any reason
But of course driven
By happiness given
"My beautiful queen"
Her Highness as woman
With pretty face
And beauty to her self in case
What a coincidence to have come across?
When reddish appeared on face
With no more search for new soul
She was knocking me with call
"I shall pick you now"?
She was embarrassed and asked how
I gave no easy way
But held hand in glorious way
You shall walk along with
And shall have faith
Your people might be not that considerate
But I have kind heart to relate
She is now my crown
And shall ever be known
She shall rule the horizon
To make my sun always shine
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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