Queen Ner

Queen Her title was bestowed in silence, What compelled her to bear this symbol so proudly within? To be or not to be? An eternal question, like a reproach. Choose. To be that lady, confident, gentle, restrained, Who, thoughtfully, deliberately, walked to meet him, stubbornly. And, removing her crown, sometimes hesitating, then growing bolder, she was in his power. To be or not to be? An eternal question, like a reproach. To be with him. Feeling that, being closer to him, she was no longer that restrained lady of order and rules, losing her title, her voice, her answer, just to satisfy her hunger alone. She forgot what she once possessed, And only when, in a simple dress, she remained at his feet, she understood — it was a lesson. He was a shadow, he became a flame. Passion sparkled in his eyes. He longed so much to draw her near, to touch her, to be with her, And then that moment arrived. And you? To be or not to be? An eternal question, like a reproach. What if one simply loved?