At the acme of happiness I reach her feet
I bow with sincerity
A queen of beauty, where all beauty doth meet
in her body, her soul, a rarity
In her eyes marvels of love intense
she kills my pain
in her dainty hands, curved lines immense
she palm my pulsating vein
With silence I honor her with love's awe
reverent and with veneration
our love unites, our soul chasten
the most virgin love, love ever saw
Kevin Michael Murphy
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/beauty-queen-5/
