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Queen Irma






What happened to me?
I don't know what happened to me
Yet I am here looking at her majesty
I am here listening to her voice of melody 
She is holding my heart like a microphone
And playing my mind like a xylophone 
She sings  words of love
The lyrics fly in my sky like a dove
They say : 
"Reign over my kingdom,baby
Reign , for in my kingdom thou are mighty
wreck , wreck  the  intruding enemy 
Lead my army to impressive victory
Make all rebels bow before thee
Reign , reign over my kingdom, baby."
What happened to me?
I don't know what happened to me
Yet I am here looking at her sovereignty
She holds my heart like a scepter 
A scepter  of love and verity 
This is my dear queen
Where art thou, my queen?

by 

John Mayer Charmant


This poem shall not be republished under any other name besides the author's name mentioned herein

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