Her lips were as soft as the silky petals
Of all the roses in the meadow,
And her body swayed as graceful as
The flurries of the winter snow.
When I left her that day, my tears
Watered the meadow green.
All the days can pass, but this king
Will not find another queen.
© Jade M. Wong 2017
Inspired by The Urban Spaceman’s poem “A Simple Crown“. A little romance makes the world (or in my intergalactic friend’s case, the universe) go round.