My queen the fairest of allTo my queen the fairest of all
From a servant whom doesn't dare touch
Her sultry skin which shines lovingly
And her beautiful smile that brightens all.
Her servant is much of a fool
Who treats her with uttermost couth,
As she is her everything and all
And doesn't dare to touch more than that.
To her she bows, on hands and knees,
To her she speaks, with vowels and lyrics
To her she admires, from a far distance
To her she loves, all of her existence.
Her servant being such low commoner,
Has the purest love up to share,
Honest emotions surge upon herself,
That her love is just too fair itself.
She dares to keep her hands away
Trying to control the imminent flame
Her heart racing up to speed
When she is just near her queen.
Nor a kiss she dares to steal
Nor a whisper in her ears
She keeps everything inside her heart
Throbbing emotions, feverish mind.
Fear binds mind and heart
Fear imminent in her eyes
Fearing of tainting her pure queen
Fearing of what happen after it.
Oh her love is so pur