Her eyes emit beauty
So does her body
From the tip of her toes
To the top of her head
What is not seen is
That which is omitted
Secretly there lies within
A path that leads to her soul
It is a journey an hungered
With its role
To breach the gap within it
Is to have set the spark
To tingle the senses
That are on the other side
Of the bridge that stands no more
Due to conditions that closed the door
Long ago when the voice did not come
To caress her in consolation
Reaping what was sown
Upon her mighty throne
Vulnerability and mistrust imbibed into
The Queen's heart
However she is just an icon
The Maiden of Lonliness is who she really is
Refusing to allow anyone to catch her tears
Lest she continually wrestles with the fears
That tear the very fabric of her good heart
As it is cast upon the oceans in time
~Moses~
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