My Queen

The beauty you hold is far too grand for mere mortals to endure.
You age not like a rose who’s beauty blooms for only a short time then wilts.
No, you are that of far greater and everlasting grace.
Your sheer elegance cannot be compared.
It is as vast as the milky way and pristine like a single flak├ęd crystal of snow.
My love, you are the sun;
you are the moon;
you are the sea,
and air;
you are love: Beauty without age.

Todays poetry contest entry was written by XuiolhZ.


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