Queen of hearts
sat alone on Valentines Day
surrounded by the vast gardens outside her royal palace
The roses are red
but have no odor
the opulent throne was her only comfort
as she looked out the majestic window
at the beautiful world she ordered
but was unable to share it with her other senses
The senses that told her not to be a queen
10,000 dens and servants made of silver
dust gold-lined bookshelves she barely peruses
luxurious vacant rooms lay colder beds
dressed in the finest linens
And each night she tucks herself beneath her royal blankets
and dreams of the day when she will be rich.
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