By Nicole Kerr
What comparison could define her being?
No lands, no seas seen could total my queen
Such words would render me as deceiving
A love’s strength, that’s length amounts to nineteen.
Her love is boundless, countless times shown,
The bond still holds, as fresh as from the womb
Miles stretch us apart but our love has grown,
Oh! Her remembrance stirs within a typhoon.
Yet the depth of the Mariana trench equals not,
To her love’s extent, nor does graphene match
Her loves power. None yields fair proximate.
In view of her, contrasts seem a mere scratch
For words upon paper could not convene,
The absolute praise I have for my queen.
