I am royalty.
I am love.
I am truth for me.
The kind that comes from my celestial heirs.
I am draped in the finest linen.
Intricately woven.
Dipped in almonds of pure gold.
I am royalty.
I am love.
I am wonderfully made.
I am truth for me.
I send you good wishes...peace...love...healing...
____from Songs of a Journey's End, a poet's companion book to the thrilling tetralogy: Laying Within the Mark
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Reviews of "Royalty: Dedicated to Lori Lynn Moore"
It about time someone dedicated such a beautiful poem to such a wonderful person. Hey, come to think of it why didn't I write it? Excellent tribute Marion.
This is indeed a beautiful poem. Thank you so much for the dedication, though I am not sure why it is made. I have read some of your other work and must say that in my opinion, you are a remarkable poet. Thank you again.
Reviewed by Alexander Shaumyan (Reader)
Reviewed on June 30, 2002
Great tribute. Or as Lord Byron wrote:
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade more, one ray less,
Had half impair'd the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling place.
And on that cheek, and o'er that brow
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!
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She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade more, one ray less,
Had half impair'd the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling place.
And on that cheek, and o'er that brow
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!