To a Queen

The title says it all:


To a queen, let me write a ballad,
To a queen, let me pen an ode,
To a queen, let me dedicate my pen,
To a queen, in her distant abode.

I was a traveller in my younger years,
I rode and walked and ran and drove,
I climbed the mountains, combed the deserts,
And I camped in many a lonely grove.

In my twenty-second year of life,
I visited a small place of eating,
It was next to the Taj, that lofty mount,
That we had our first meeting.

It was chance, as it often is,
Chance of whom you know and whom you meet,
Chance it was that mellow eve,
When I meet that woman so sweet.

She was beautiful no doubt,
For many had told her that before,
But I had known beauty in varying degrees,
Yet her mind was what I came to adore.

I loved her body, her heavenly body,
That gave me shivers down my spine,
And how I wished deep down inside,
That someday that milky skin would be mine.

But It was the mind, that terrific mind,
And the words that poured forth from therein,
That I rejoiced most, every time we talked,
And it was those words that drew me wherein.

It was joy and tears, promises and fears,
As most lovers will know,
But let me tell you, in this late date,
It was words that dealt the final blow.

She told me I was a man of words,
And that my words wove magic,
And she gave me thus a boost immense,
For I had till then been tragic.

She gave me hope, saying that she,
Believed in me like no-one else ever had,
And she gave me understanding, that cliched thing,
But the cliche this time almost drove both of us mad,

We understood, each the other, we knew
And were vexed at how this could be,
For having been afraid of falling all our lives,
We were mistrustful a little of this epiphany.

God had a plan, as he does for you,
To make a man, as he will again do,
Go through life, always losing,
Till he finds a lucky charm for you too.

And when that time comes, my young friend,
Lean not towards indolence or fear,
Hold on to that charm forever, and ever,
And time will work its way out for you and your dear.

To a queen, I said, a song of note,
To a queen, an empress of heart,
To a queen, a princess of shoes,
To a queen, my lovely cubly part.