My Queen

By Nicole Kerr

What comparison could define her being?

No lands, no seas seen could total my queen

Such words would render me as deceiving

A love’s strength, that’s length amounts to nineteen.

Her love is boundless, countless times shown,

The bond still holds, as fresh as from the womb

Miles stretch us apart but our love has grown,

Oh! Her remembrance stirs within a typhoon.

Yet the depth of the Mariana trench equals not,

To her love’s extent, nor does graphene match

Her loves power. None yields fair proximate.

In view of her, contrasts seem a mere scratch

For words upon paper could not convene,

The absolute praise I have for my queen.