Ringing Bells Poem by James McLain

Queen I have appointed under you.
Queen to all but one, none other.
Queen to you,
I have never discharged, duties higher.
Your emerald eyes you are green you are queen.
And when you show them it is there.
What they came and stood to see.
The sound of rivers flowing from my body.
How you made me shake the bluest velvet sky.
Seven days a week the ringing bells,
and a hymn so vast completed, fills the air.
Only you and I.
And you said I and I said you.
Love once never mine, we shared to listen to it.