Merry Queen Poem by Job Laz

A lead for the race
The make of perfection
A cloak so priceless,
The wing of legendary tales
A long fore told queen
The ground I build my dreams

Bedrock of my life
The main essence of existence
A pull to my ‘morrow
The dear skill that out lives goddesses
Fair and bright like gold
Promise of my heart I lay before you,

Glad is your soul
That holds no deceit but ever flowing bliss
From a distance
Yet I feel the force drawing my every will
Unto your most deserved arms

Happy is my gaze
To behold a most cheerful being
The root of my elegance and excellence.