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