Queen among men

Your eyes are the colour of the mountains of France,
Green with an orangy-brown pattern;
In spring pools of silver on soft feet you dance,
Appon your sholders hangs a scarf made of satern.

Your voice is a cave eccoing songs of surpassing lovelyness,
It rises like the sun and drops like rain into a pool;
It can be filled with pain but will always show happiness,
It makes the skin tingle like that of the silvery moon.

Your smile is a rainbow, it brightens my day;
Your voice is the wind, wisteling through the trees;
Your spirit is a river, in one place you will never stay;
Your heart is a golden sun, it will never freez.