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Not long ago I discovered the Ghazal—an ancient Arabic form of verse.
Its music lies in repetition: the first two lines end with the same word,
and that word returns, refrain-like, in every couplet thereafter.
In keeping with tradition, the poet’s name appears in the closing lines.
Here is my attempt.
My Faery Queen
She calls him her King, so she must be a queen—
She’s clearly poised and a regal thing, just like a queen.
There is enchantment and wonder flowing from her—
He's bewitched and enriched by his lovely queen.
It feels so tingly, a bright heavenly spell,
That binds him wholly, and holds him well—his queen.
There’s a deep love rising, both tender and caring,
It shapes him, remakes him, and flows from his queen.
She moves like a fairy, she enriches and charms,
She’s a special kind of angel, is his dear queen.
Lee’s heart is grounded, his love is serene,
He sings of no other but his sweet faery queen.
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