by Sans Comma » Mon Apr 15, 2024 8:26 pm
Let thy lady be on her throne of grace,
Enthroned in beauty, fairest of the fair,
With gentle mien, her presence doth embrace,
A queenly aura, radiant everywhere.
In regal robes, she shines with regal might,
Her gaze, a beacon, guiding souls aright,
Her voice, a melody, a dulcet tone,
That soothes the weary heart, the spirit light.
Her courtiers, the stars, in heaven's dome,
Bow down in homage to her royal name,
And all the earth doth echo with her fame,
For in her, love and virtue find their home.
So let thy lady reign in splendor true,
For in her grace, all goodness doth imbue.