A young queenA Poem by Raylene
Blue green eyes
Short platinum hair A small figure. Delicate small hands. A smile that has dimples. Pale skin with freckles to spare. Short at five foot two. Curvy figure. Full lips. A small delicate woman. Glasses to help her see. She may be beautiful and have Grace. As many women do. Every woman is a queen. I am one myself. I look for my king. To share my throne. To beckon my name with love. I have been close befire. I have yet to hear my name however. Beckoned by my true king. Kara is such a short name. I will know though when he is my one. For any true queen know when she has her king. For he will say her name long and slow . To him even your name is a sweet sound. To hear it is the call of true never ending love. As it should be between a queen and king. © 2016 RayleneReviews
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4 Reviews Added on August 3, 2016 Last Updated on August 3, 2016 AuthorRaylenejonesboro, ARAboutJust here to share my stories and talent for telling them I welcome all writers. more..Writing
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