Monarch Is Her Name
Who’s fluttering at my window,
Who's singing in silent tone?
Who’s delicate shadow appears,
On the windows of my home?
Who’s beauty is cast upon me,
Who is blessing me with grace.
I open my curtains with ease,
And stare at an invisible face.
I know she’s there, I feel her,
Though my eyes are both blind.
I know her presence is out there,
For I’m not blind in my mind.
My sense of hearing is keener,
And blindness is the blame.
I am visited by her beauty,
And Monarch is her name.
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