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the Queen of Arts
she traded her broken halo for a crown
when all the kings men came tumbling down
they creeped and crowded at her feet
but none of them did she beseech
they only begged her pretty things
but not her holy,like her king
the only one she would courtsy for
all of her virtues he adored
others wanted her crumbling at her core
and at their mercies crawling on the floor
but a king dare not soil her lofty spirit
only lift it up to revere it
for she is his woman,his queen
and she encompass everything
right next to him she will always reside
she was carved and crafted from his side
she paints his world in sunrise
his fortress lies within her eyes
he is immortalized he rules forevermore
reigns for infinite generations with her..thru her
when all the kings men came tumbling down
they creeped and crowded at her feet
but none of them did she beseech
they only begged her pretty things
but not her holy,like her king
the only one she would courtsy for
all of her virtues he adored
others wanted her crumbling at her core
and at their mercies crawling on the floor
but a king dare not soil her lofty spirit
only lift it up to revere it
for she is his woman,his queen
and she encompass everything
right next to him she will always reside
she was carved and crafted from his side
she paints his world in sunrise
his fortress lies within her eyes
he is immortalized he rules forevermore
reigns for infinite generations with her..thru her
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