Queen Mary holds onto my memory
And resides inside my dreams,
A sad-eyed beauty of distant country.
And then Queen Mary,
Tied of touching hands
Worms herself into daydreams
To destroy a poets heart.
And now she is my Queen
And I presented her a throne.
Her reign goes on too long,
So it is time for a revolt.
I never wanted a Queen I could not love
For fear her King would kill me.
I take your crown, Queen Mary,
I take your jewels and your finery.
I ask you to leave this kingdom
And just be Mary to me.
©Charlie F. Kane
14/05/08
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem