She has grace, like a beautiful flower,
A flower that blossoms, gracefully from a fire.
A heart so strong, a lady iron born,
Yet so gentle, and sweet to kindle.
She flows like a river, carving her path,
Nurturing the lands, wherever she passes,
Dare not obstruct, the way she follows,
A stream can be forgiving a flood will not.
Your love for people is so vast and wide,
Even when divided, it is abundant.
Kind and caring and charming you are,
When scorned your fury, is a treacherous storm.
Residing in your heart, a fire so bright,
Brighter than the stars, I can see combined,
A will so strong, forged from sun's core.
You are a Queen, with the nerves of Steel.