My Queen Is Finer Than Yours..! ! ! Poem by Milova Matthias

My lady is the direct opposite of beauty
Everything all men may count amiss
She is just not the crush of thousands or charity
She speaks before she even thinks.!

She is some slow in learning, truly unkempt and rough
That whenever I try to her smooch, the bulbs put off
And while others are lilies of the night, she remains of the day
While they are modern, she wears her tradition that always slay.

Men though may say ones weakness should be shredded
But I'm too sorry, this ache of her in me can't be flooded
So forgive me my weakness but you are still my choice
For you taught me love and all there is to gross.

So though, thy eyne over my queen may thousands errors note
Yet it is my heart that knew her ills and still wished to dote
All that's beaut is in the lover's eyes, my queen is finer than yours
For she gave me love and helped me find the sun!