For My Queen
I whisper it. I shout it.
Near or far,
They are the words that start my day.
They are the words that end my day.
I remember the first time,
When some smarter and wiser part of my mind
First uttered them.
I meant them without even knowing in that moment.
I say them often,
But do not imagine that they have faded.
They never mean less than
On that first time,
Nor in all the thousands since.
I love you.