Beauty to my Queen of Pain.

In a land of milk and honey,

She steadily grew.

From bud to bloom,

Is all I knew.

The cresent moon and the flaming sphere,

Adding radiance

To the face I hold so dear.

Her every move is like a dance,

Elegant and sleek, full of poise ,

Leaving me in a spell bond trance.

Was she watered with the finest wines?

Cos her smiles send my hearts racing,

And my mind an adrenaline rush.

Looking back,she has traveled far,

Carried by the wind,to our land of tar,

Enduring smoke and dust,

Yet she still grew.

When I pass her by,I always blush,

Cos after seeing her beauty,I fell for her heart.

As water washes the sands away,

I know these feelings are here to stay.