England’s Rose

Spirits of ancient sovereign calls to the serenity of the stratosphere    
A caressed embraced on the soft winds she proudly stands  
In the soft continuance of such a beautiful mystique    
Complacent hues of passion dances upon the silhouette of elegance, her eloquence    
    
Appeasing admiration ordained in the chasm of her benevolent soul    
Undefiled beauty in its splendid glory    
Lamentable mourns the bestowed warmth behind the veil of the sun    
Cherished among the cloak of celestial stars    
   
Crestal cadence to the touch of hushed reminisce    
The finality of hopes slowly flickered the ambience of forgotten visions    
Mortality of lineage infinity moralized    
The true essence of admiration behind the passion of such femininity    
   
Silently bows to the throne of Heaven’s grace    
Stalwart in absence’s despair for the longing of anointing poise    
She is woman, she is England’s Rose    
And I am me, monarch within