Portrait Of A Queen Poem by Kitt Karver

A queen with a crown you say?
Perhaps if you desire royalty
But true queens need not, do they?
Unless the goal is blind loyalty
To define a true queen is not easy
Though a crown may gleam with gold
To reduce a queen to greed so sleezy
Her desires empty and cold

Now, wit sharper than knife,
A mind that triumphs through trauma or even strife,
A laugh, a smile that stokes pure life

To me that is what true treasure would mean
She would be herself, mild but keen
With I - her subject - and she, my queen