The King's Diadem Poem by LIGHTCHEERFUL BRIGGS

She's the Koh-i-noor of my Burkingham Palace
The inestimable value of the jewel on my diadem,
Yet she's the diadem upon my head
And as beautiful as a righteous soul;
She radiates her essence like the sun of the day,
And even when Phoebus clouds his rays
Her beauty gives light to all and sundry.
She's the light that I follow,
And the face that I look upon;
The moon shines in her eyes
And brighten up my thoughts.
Oh! What king is a king without a diadem?
And what diadem is a diadem without a jewel?
She's the diadem upon my head,
And the jewel upon my diadem.