His Queen Poem by Shannon Hart

I am his Queen.
Whatever his wants and needs are,
I'll meet them.
Whenever you see him smile,
I helped put that on his face.
The pure essence and dignity of his Grace,
God made just for me.
These beautiful eyes and body, in which I possess,
God made for my King.
The kisses that warmed his once cold heart,
Are mine.
I am his Queen.
The gentle hugs and unconditional love
That tore down his concrete walls,
Were mine.
I am his Queen.
The soft touches that wiped away his loneliness and pain...
All mine.
I am his Queen.
The King of Our Castle.
The Head of Our Table.
His back, I will protect.
I am willing and able.
His Queen from the crown of my head to the soles of my feet.
He is not only my King.
God sent him as a part of my destiny.