Her Majesty
Beauty they say is rare
Like a unicorn
that never shows her face
in the dark of a bright light
like a make-up of the moon
that shows every shadow
under the sun
Her Majesty
Her voice sounds like gun shot
that makes me humble
like a thief in the night
that parade as a guard
in the queens territory
Her Majesty
I serve you as I serve myself
with humility from heart
and love from within
I shall bow to you
as pray to my maker
Her Majesty
Love fight like poverty
dies like riches
that's carried by haters
sing with tears
buried with merriment
from love
Her Majesty
Children of my name
property of my sweat
lavish of my praises
from love that never dies
Her Majesty
Let my story be told
experiences be learned
like a subject of my carer
©thaddeus
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