As about the queen appears

I’m calm and composed

Singing as rusty autumn leaves

Making me grin and revealed

After reminiscing adding on

Mesmerizing I sat on my couch

Feeling some pacified emotions

Like a nightingale’s timid touch

Thinking the laughs unrestrained

Spouting and reserved

Moments of another pride stage

I laugh so many times and cry

Writing something spurting and

So pure and melodious of beauty

As intricate, I whisper...in a tone

Those moments...Spent with her

I feel pity...Pity on her oblivion

As her thirst was quenched

On my bed in a dark night

As perfect as she deserved