She is the most beautiful,
For all beauty on earth is compared to her,
And amidst the rushes of her servants,
Flowing around her,
Attending to her needs and guarding her,
He caught a glimpse of her.

The wait of a fortnight was all its worth,
As he stood there looking up at Her Majesty.
And she stood there on the prier of her palace,
A golden veil over her,
Her diamonds in place.

He knew he was but one of the millions of travelers,
Passing through earth,
Waiting to get a glimpse of her.
But the moments of those visions he had of her,
Would be with him even after the journey.
For she was the princess of the sky!

And tonight she had been captured by him,
In his visions,
In his verses.