The Queen

A brief poem regarding my queen.

Smiling painfully

There she is

My queen

I seek to warm her

From the frigid cold

To negotiate with God

For an extra second's time

With her in my arms

Lost in her eyes

Where sweet things and explosions await

And in our warmth

I hope she's calm

Calm enough to ignore the storm she stirs in me

Her smile melts me

And her touch is ethereal

And forever I commit

Loyal and loving

For her

My queen.