Time knows not
the value of all that’s been.

Waves of endlessly tied moments,
rooted in their elemental truths,
whisper stories of then, now,
and the future yet to be.

You have found a home in my timeline,
your soul imprinted upon my perturbed existence.
Your humbling mind let me perceive—
what once seemed impossible,
a fantasy of astronomical measure.

Your eyes saved me.
Their gaze grants grace to others.
Your heart considers with unconditional expression,
bestowing attention with enigmatic majesty—
a Queenhood founded on love’s uncompromising reign.

Your voice takes me back,
pulls me under,
returns me to a time of unfortunates,
where suffering spoke in forgotten tongues.
It reminds me how vital re-examination is.

Your intellect—bold, unimpoverished—
permeated my faulty perceptions,
reshaping the fractures I mistook for truth.

You show the world
how to hold pain without contempt.

This is your glory.