A Queen …. Looked out Upon gardens Fresh and green Thought of love Thought of everything How the colours Moved and rippled In the lightest breeze How love flowed In everything Such a colour A thought To carry In a locket Heartstone Faeries Knew the secret Of love Of everything A locket of gold Finest tracery For a Queen To hold A locket made Contained within All the colour All the love Of everything It would never fade A Queens’ locket To reveal To you What is mean’t What is true