The Queen is coming home today,
it's already the twelfth of May.
I feel her passing every mile,
frown slowly turns into a smile.
I no longer have to wait,
being grateful to the fate,
behind each frown - a smile lurks.
Emotions bright like fireworks.
For every eye - a sweet delight.
I'm sure she'll be a stunning sight,
a masterpiece to be adored.
Her heart - a peaceful guarded fort. ...