His Queen Poem by Debra Martin

A woman of value that's what you are,
you're like a tree standing oh so very tall
providing shade for us all.

Many have flocked to be rocked in your arms,
feeling so much better from that magnificent charm.

The Heaven's stand up when you walk into the room
paying tribute because it's due.

I've watched you blossom from a bud to a rose
Filling the earth with your fragrance what a pose.

Standing there so beautiful and free
beckoning all to take a peek at me.

What you'll see is who the Son set free! ! !

Your Highness


(D.E.M)