A Queen in Her Grace

You stand so bold, yet soft and bright, A spark that turns the dark to light. Your gaze—like stars—so fierce, so true, A storm, a dream, a morning dew. Wrapped in prints, so rich, so fine, A touch of art, a perfect design. A skirt that flows with effortless grace, Like whispers dancing in soft embrace. Your style, your poise, a work of art, You own the room, you own the heart. No mirror shows the depth you hold, A soul so rare, a heart of gold. With every step, the world takes note, You write your story, word by quote. A fire, a flame, so wild, so free, The world is yours—just wait and see.