T. P. Martin
Queen Of My Heart - Poem by T. P. Martin
She never touched my hand, She lovingly touched my heart,
Saying farewell to her, I had no significant part.
I know not words to say, the feelings I have inside,
I watch as they carried her away, and tried so, but I cried.
She had no crowns or titles, she was special on her own,
Her kindness will be remembered, but now, for us she's gone.
Only one thing, she wished from us, and I'll gladly be a part,
She will live on after this day, I crown her, Queen Of My Heart.
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