He has taken her best and dashed it

To the ground like broken shreds

Of discarded pottery smashed and hurt

On rows of concrete beds.

Her heart is soft and yielding

The mind a razor beam

A face to sink a thousand ships

But heartache comes between.

He showed her in the dead of night

The rain it fell like tears

A hundred hearts for yours my love

To conquer all your fears.

“You belong to only me,” He said

Her perfect Lover spoke

In words of love and wisdom

So faith it has not broke.

Her took her in His careful arms

And accepted all her sorrow

Love came to The Thin White Queen that night

And showed her a bright tomorrow…