A poem for The Queen

Her crown is the artistic embroidery,
Of African hair, far from ordinary,
Her diamonds are at her bosom,
Bright brown eyes incredibly blossom,
Still she carries a nation in her bottom,
Her majesty is as fair as the autumn,
Her heart soft like a ball of cotton,
Her energy illuminates I like a photon.

Her name is so symbolic of her reign,
She sits the throne as La Reine,
Defeating tyrannies of blindness,
Through her humility and kindness,
She has me crazy but not mindless,
This love has been made regal,
Signed on my heart to be legal,
A poem for The Queen.

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