Beauty at its best
Coming from the depths
Made a rare rainbow
In a rainy bow
Her tongue sells her name
Her blush sells her vein
Her games sell her school
In her Maker’s school
She now sells her King
She now sells her Prince
What wonders of virtue
Meteoric as in tunes
Beauty that you see
Has worlds yet unseen
Like the palace courts
In the eyes of scores
Royalty grants her
The right not to peer
With finger-lickers
Or desperate beggars
She turns to the King
The King knows her need
And He blesses her
Even from afar
Match with majesty
With your cup of tea
Smiles covet your smile
For favours in time
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