O Queen, had I been artful as you are,
Ranking on the chart top burning bright,
And smiling, those almond eyes so far,
Like a mermaid effortlessly jotting right.
Poets rhyme verse at their poesy park
Of pure meter upon poemia's fabled port,
Or perusing their glowing posted remarks
On elegys, haikus, sonnets and a free lot
Not perturbed, you remain upon your mark
Humbled by my fairy queen's flawlessness,
Enchanted by her linear scribbles, I sigh
Heaving, to calm awoken tendernesses
Every line, a charming crescendo, so high
I close the page, to end my restlessness.
©servant
S