REJOICE, MY QUEEN

Rejoice, your name itself is summons to my soul, A benediction whispered where my deepest yearnings roll. You are the axis of my world, the gravity that binds Each scattered thought, each wandering dream, each corner of my mind. Within my heart you dwell enthroned, not as a fleeting guest, But sovereign, absolute, and there you take eternal rest. My pulse rehearses your refrain; each beat intones your name, And in the cathedral of my chest, you are the sacred flame. You are my dawn before the sun, my haven in the storm, The quiet peace that shapes my days, the fire that keeps me warm. In every silence, I hear you. In every crowd, you’re near. You are the substance of my hopes, the answer to my prayer. I love you not for fleeting charm, nor beauty’s brief disguise, But for the depth that dwells in you, the truth behind your eyes. You are my world—its breadth, its height, its compass and its chart. You are my mind’s unending song, the keeper of my heart. So wear this crown I offer you, not forged of gold or gem, But woven from devotion’s thread, with every part of them— My days, my nights, my all—made yours by vow I now impart: Rejoice, my love, my universe, the Queen Of