A poem from an unknown admirer: WHEN SHE WALKS ABOUT Kings, - TopicsExpress



          

A poem from an unknown admirer: WHEN SHE WALKS ABOUT Kings, queens, princes, presidents Prime ministers, potentates all Stop and brood in severe doubt And pace their royal palace In a regal and royal mumbling pout. When she walks about Diamonds, gems, pearls, and jewels All that is gold Lose their glitter and luster And become worthless and wanton An unworthy hold. Tarnished, beaten, bothered and old. When she walks about Her illumination can light A thousand and one nations. The sun, the golden orb Upon whom all orbs revolve and obey Cowers, hides, and seeks its shadow. Her light is the light that lights the day Her radiance is the radiance The light that holds sway. When she walks about All that is perfection Without sully or stain. Fails to pass muster Falls silently broken. Fails and falls hard asunder. Broken unfixed In a broken helpless blunder. When she walks about.
Posted on: Thu, 05 Sep 2013 09:04:31 +0000

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