The Queen of Hearts
There she sits with grace, and dainty
Satin dressed, a charming lady;
Her dark blue eyes and golden tresses,
Adorns a face that heaven blesses.
Gems and jewels shining, gleaming,
As the queen of hearts sits there dreaming;
Where she sits in lonely fashion,
Not fit to share her only passion
Of love for kings and love for jewels,
Not to mention her share of fools.
The king of hearts comes for his lady,
Down the path neath trees so shady;
Over hill in stately fashion,
Rides the king with all his bastion.
Drums are beating, trumpets blowing,
With the horses onward going;
Down the street on feet that clattered,
As if the dream was all that mattered;
There to meet his blue eyed lover,
A prized illusion to discover;
And all the joy that rang from rafter,
Was nothing more than daydream's laughter.
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