Queen

An eminent rank bestowed from high
Sovereign hands that no one can defy
Bedazzled crown on top that glorify
Reigning empress that all will horrify
But you are peculiar that exemplify
The modest scaling opposite the sky

You’re an heir beyond earthly treasures
For salvation lies that cannot be measure
Even cannot be compensate by any labor
Because the Lord is all that you adore
You’re a queen of these kind and even more
For you possessed this immortal ardor

You’re a queen who serves not be served
To the Lord, the King who all deserve
He who gave your life and will preserve
When tough things came, you have the nerve
To aim excellence and honor is what you deserve
Instead of, you praise the Lord for He is superb

A poem dedicated to you.
Picture owned by Quizhea Haisley