The Princess of Qatar

There is a shining star I see

It beckons from afar

The soul, the mind, the beauty of

The Princess of Qatar

Her regal grace and bearing

Betray her noble birth

But they do not encompass

The essence of her worth

Her face the bane of poets

Who struggle through the night

Tormented by her beauty

They scribble and they write

Her mind weighs contradiction

And measures truth and worth

Her soul, it aches for beauty

The beauty of the Earth

Her voice beyond enchanting

To be heard at any price

A wondrous, lilting symphony

Of birds in Paradise

Her scent a velvet prison

That captures every man

A wondrous blend of perfumes

Made by her very hand

Her heart a drum of passion

That gives the universe

The rhythm and the tempo

That is has known from birth

She mirrors my desire

My loyalty and love

The very image of my soul

Reflected from above

Though I may never savor

Her lips upon my face

Her memory has given me

A kiss that never fades