Where’s my Queen?
Does she lay dormat?
Amongst the rubble?
Does my queen survive?

Or is she in a Dream world?
Full of hunny and flowers.
To where does my queen lie?

Is she my dream girl?
Should our paths ever cross?
Or is the fantasy truly lost?

Is our concourse an action?
Is our love a connection?
Should there be a resurrection?
Or is instilled inside a blessing?

From whom gets the reaction?
It can’t be a silly attraction.
So for whom the bell tolls?
Or is she a simple distraction?

Is she my fire? My desire?
That passion? That spark?
A Fade? A second of love?
An arrow that hits the mark?

My love, you rule.
Yet it you remain to be seen.
Still I’ll search for you.
The beauty that is my Queen.