Days gone by, years flew by, And yet it brings a smile, When I come across those captures, Of light and beauty. Her eyes of wonder and valiance, Her speech of clarity and confidence, A rush through the isles of old past memories, Of moments being stumbled and stunned. Everyone likes her the she is, A thing of beauty obvious in its nature, But only destiny didnt want to stay same, It crossed paths to make it turvy. Still, to this day, I sit it awe and amazement, As to how beautiful you are, To be called queen wouldn't just be appropriate, But absolute , in nature and in its heart. Daily Chronicles, : the long lost diamond
