Her regal presence seemed perfect
None could mistake her as common
Her voice alone could not be forgotten
She was the manifest epitome of grace
Beautiful dressed as if in gossamer lace
I do not know if she were a goddess
Nor if our meeting was a divine test
However I remain upon this world
Somehow the world continues to turn
I do know that she isn't upon this sphere
Even with prayers offered, so sincere
Perhaps hopeless, I wait for her return
But that would be more than I deserve
