If I were to be a king,
And could choose my queen,
She not be the fairest,
Or for that matter the rarest,
A dimple when she smiles,
Her eyes light up the night,
I would watch her as she walked,
Each footd planted aloft,
The locks on her head,
Would bear the color red,
She could whisper a song,
That my ears would turn,
To listen and learn,
No, she would not be unique,
For hey beauty is serene,
A maiden full of love,
Symbol of a white dove.
