Queens don't hide their crown
In the shopping bag.
They do not bother to invite anyone
To spend the evening at their throne,
Strangers are not allowed to see
The bitterness of loss in their hearts.
Queens dress up in a smile
When they put on their dress
In the morning
They accept admiration
As a tribute,
And do not melt from flattery.
They do not curse loneliness,
Seeing happy couples ...
Queens are waiting for those
Who are worth
Of their feelings and honor.
But they do not believe
Real kings still exist somewhere.
You cannot change the royal essence:
Do not trade your soul
For crumbs of random shine,
Take care of your crown