Who are you to not to be great?
Who are you not to be proud?
Who are you not to stand tall,with those wine kissed lips and blazing lavender crown
What gives you your courage?
Is it the intention in your stride?
Or is it your grace in the switching of those hips,as you effortlessly sail on by?
Where does your regal presence derive from?
Could it be from Kings and Queens of afar and beyond?
Or could it be
It comes so naturally through your elegance and charm