The Queen Of Paris Poem by Magod Scroef

In a grand city, where romance thrives,
Resides the Queen of Paris, in elegant guise.
Regal and graceful, she struts with poise,
Through the streets of beauty, she enchants all boys.

With a crown of diamonds, atop her head,
She rules the hearts, while Paris feels her tread.
Her eyes, like sapphires, glisten with dreams,
As she dances through moonbeams, or so it seems.

Adorned in silk gowns, of the purest white,
She captures attention, day and night.
Her voice, like velvet, whispers love in the air,
As her subjects, spellbound, cast her adoring stares.

In the gardens of Versailles, she holds her court,
Where artists and poets, their talents she supports.
Her gardens bloom with roses, in vibrant array,
As she reigns over Paris, in her own special way.

From the Eiffel Tower, she watches the sky,
With a regal presence, no one can deny.
She brings joy and laughter, wherever she goes,
As the Queen of Paris, her charisma overflows.

With a wave of her hand, the city comes alive,
As she embodies the essence of love and strive.
She's the heartbeat of Paris, its soul and its core,
And her reign as queen, only makes it soar.

So let us bow down, to the Queen of Paris fair,
With her radiance and charm, beyond compare.
Forever she'll reign, in Paris' embrace,
A queen like no other, with elegance and grace.