Elegant necklaces never hugged her soft neck Fingers were never adorned by fancy rings A crown never rested on top of her hand But, regal was she
A frame which never nestled on a velvet throne Hands never touched a sacred scepter The finest fabrics never worshipped her skin But, regal was she
Her feet never walked on a grand castle Never had the servants, soldiers, countrymen bowed in her presence A name never honored by anyone But, regal was she
Dressed in homely clothes Immaculate beauty concealed by the dark An existence made from gold She was the queen of my heart