queen of hearts

queen of hearts

you are the blushing bride

you walk with a certain stride

no one can help but stare

at all your charm and flair

queen of hearts

i adore your grace

yet i seem to walk around

with an envious face

for i know beauty is only a sliver

yet i find myself

making remarks to the mirror

queen of hearts

i do not know where i stand in your court

but i know of your wises

let me be a jester if not a knight

just above the pawn in your sight

and ask you the question

why must the observation of beauty

come with the undeniable urge to possess it?

in the mirror and in a lover

why can’t one simply adore?

why must one ponder

one step more?