Short Champagnes Poems

She calls herself
The queen of hearts
Beautiful and desired
No, you can’t touch her
But talk to her you may
Look at her you may 
See her long hair sway 
Sway in the shinning sun
Sway under the champagnes whiteness
The perfect reflection 
Only fit for the queen
The queen who loves 
Heart pure as doves
But only one suitable for her love
The king of hearts 
She waits to give her pureness
Her love
To he who is the king of hearts

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