Untitled Poem Poem by Tumisang Ramarea

My dear King James wrote thus in the past,
That thou shall be named the most alluring of all.
Your brightness will not be dimmed by the dust,
Nor would it be concealed by the wall.

It was also said by the honourable King James.
Said about you only,
That out of all the women and names,
You and your name Mary shall be holy.

Oh your royal highness, queen of my treasure chest.
If only you knew in my vessel you are the boss.
Your fairness, from my sight, eliminated the rest.
Yet I fear to wave, of course it's my loss.

In my deep sleep by the riff,
While I day dream about cream and food,
I see you on your throne atop of the cliff.
That my dear is beyond good.

Oh dear! Why is thou so scary to my eyes?
Is it because your character is not so black and white?
Her majesty, if she cries because of lies,
Then I will lie no more, I want to be right under her might.