Friday, July 6, 2012

My Queen

I have named you queen.
There are taller ones than you, taller.
There are richer than you, richer.
There are more famous than you, more famous.

But you are the queen.

When you go through the streets
no one recognizes you.
No one sees your crystal crown, no one looks
at the carpet of red gold
that you tread as you pass,

And when you appear
all the rivers sound
in my body, bells
shake the sky,
and a hymn fills the world.

Only you and I,
only you and I, my love,
listen to it.

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