My lovely Queen, so royal, I do hold
A deep, provoking love for you. It climbs
And flies above the simple men of time
To rest eternal in my heart untold.
Dear Queen, my love that sleeps upon the silk
And satin sheets of power blazed, I do
Then wish, with yearning passion, me and you
In bonds so linked by fate itself, to wilk.
Yet, often you reject the love that hands
Itself into your lap to sit and grow.
But, loving only us you do, the lands
As well. Dear Queen, your love for us we know
And, often, you neglect your wants to band
The people one. Dear Queen, I love you so.