For Royna Whitby
I wonder if your children rise at night
And haunt the shadows with your name
I wonder if memory would take flight
Were you now as then the cuddled same
How did you come to me the first time
What did we say to start the flame
Our romance fell apart in its sweet prime
But O I love you then, just the same
Not deep enough to fast for food or sleep
Not strong enough to yield a diamond tear
Not angry enough to find a cliff and leap
You were special, but not to me most dear
So what then this feeling I cannot shake
Since your sudden death to me was told
No guilt could make me as stars keep wake
For that which was nobody's gold
Yet, my dear, you were always something
Much better than the best of us, a gem
We did not know the value of, no king
Was finish in rule ... no rose without a stem
You were the silent part that value brought
To longing, weary, harried hearts
The butterfly in death's destroying net caught
The light that pious prism distorts
Farewell, Royna, I pray your quest for happiness
Will make us meet again ... beyond this vale
Of callousness ... in brighter verdant plain. Rest
In your little while ... God's meries never fail.
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