Epiphaneotos

You, always

How could any man or woman,
dare to sully the beauty of your smile?

How could anyone,
dare to look at you in the eyes,
giving themselves to you,
taking you whole,
and yet touch another?

You are a queen, and your place is on a throne,
above the clouds, far away from the ugliness of our kind.
You are no perfection, but you rule,
proud, keeping your head up,
no matter the affront.

How could any man or woman,
dare to spill your tears,
salty diamonds,
running down the valley of your cheeks?

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