Queen of Love, Not of Hearts

Her crown is not of rubies set ablaze,

Nor gold that gleams beneath the sun's harsh gaze.

Her throne's not built of polished ivory,

But empathy, a boundless tapestry.

The Queen of Love, a ruler strong and true,

Doesn't lead armies bathed in morning dew.

Her battles fought are silent, fierce and deep,

For love's true essence, where wounded spirits sleep.

Her scepter, not a jeweled, ornate wand,

But a gentle touch, a promise to understand.

She speaks in whispers, soft and ever kind,

A balm for sorrow, a solace for the mind.

Her court, no gathering of ladies fair,

But a haven for all who choose to care.

The brokenhearted, the lost and the unsure,

Find solace in her presence, forever pure.

Her subjects loyal, not by forced decree,

But by the fire of love that sets them free.

Artists who paint emotions on the breeze,

Poets who weave their tales through rustling trees.

Her laws, unwritten, etched upon the soul,

To nurture hope, and make compassion whole.

To fight for dreams, embrace the wild and free,

And dance with passion 'neath the moonlit sea.

Her castle walls, not fortresses so grand,

But open hearts, outstretched across the land.

No locked gates guarded by a watchful eye,

But welcoming embraces beneath a boundless sky.

Her banner, not of silk with heraldic crest,

But fierce devotion, a lover's gentle quest.

No roaring lions, fearsome in their might,

But boundless strength, a beacon burning bright.

Her reign, not measured by the passing years,

But by the laughter echoing, drying fallen tears.

No need for conquest, nor battles fought and won,

For in every act of love, victory's begun.

This Queen of Love, unseen yet ever near,

Her spirit woven in every joyful tear.

No need for titles, nor a gilded throne,

For in each tender touch, her love is known.

She's not a ruler dictating one's desires,

But a guiding light, igniting passion's fires.

She whispers courage to the hesitant soul,

And mends the broken with love's gentle whole.

The Queen of Love, a warrior for the heart,

Fights for equality, where love can play its part.

She champions the dreamer, the outcast, and the strange,

For love's tapestry thrives on an ever-shifting range.

So let us raise a banner, not of silk or thread,

But of kindness woven, where love can be said.

For in this kingdom, ruled with gentle grace,

We find acceptance, a loving, warm embrace.