She's a work of art,
Colorful yet intense,
A poetry in a world
that made no sense.
Her words are music,
Silence too plays some tunes,
Her steps so graceful,
Fetched up great fortunes.
They tried to burn her,
Not knowing she was a flame,
She could drown the deepest oceans and
Pour the gentlest rains.
She's a mother,
She nurtures life,
A daughter, a sister,
A beloved wife.
Countless "Hues of Her" we witness,
Accomplishing every single one
with her wholeheartedness.
No matter if old, young or teen,
She was born to rule,
A freakin' Queen!