a flourish #5

she drew and colored by the hour,
and love just grew and grew;
not just for who she was, but for
    the majesty in everything she’d do —

her royalty was not a thing
that coukd be taught or clutched,
but pow’r and magic in respect
    of how she transformed everything she touched

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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