And does my Queen walk,
In perfect harmony within this cruel world.
No hatred does she talk.
Her banner, proclaiming peace, flies unfurled.
I bathe in this soft peace,
This majesty which calms this savage breast.
Will wonders never cease,
As I feel the love-heart which puts me to rest.
Would morning ever wake me,
To the regal bearing of such a sweet heart,
One scented kiss would take me,
To tranquil purity, where she live's apart.
If I should have this soul,
Then walk I, in calm, her wonderous ways.
Consort ever is my full role,
Who take's a part upon the stage she plays.
My Queen, ever the Rose,
Walk me soft, cast from me unloved disguise.
Know me not such evil foes,
Teach me gently the spirit pure, loosen ties,
Sense me through dark nights,
Show me your ways, let me walk your path,
Allow this heart your sights,
Then no evil hearts would feel my rage, my wrath!