With incredible beauty and charm,

she has the greatest men around her

long, elegant fingers.

Somehow, inexplainable pride

swells into me. I am present to

do her favours, even though

they may be unimportant, in

relation to her political

extravagance, even if she

was wearing a lowly robe.

She would be more fetching

than ever, my loyalty tells

me I can never be

so sharp and intelligent as

her, but nothing beats

the gracious feeling to

be involved in her life.


By Sunanda

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