QUEEN OF HEARTS - William Cecil Poems


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Hers, from childhood the bitter pain of tears
Dreamed a peep-shy wedding to a Prince
Her one longing to be cherished through the years
By a lover, husband, brother: not since

The beginning of time a perfect love be found
To ease the pain of separation and of grief
She gave to others her complete round
Of compassion, love, yet was taken by a thief

To steal her image, peddle it to crowds
Make her true love of children mawkish
In death, we see her vision through such clouds
Her smile radiant, joyful, a little rakish

For hers is the Queendom, the power and the glory
Alone at the Taj Mahal, rapt in the story.