When she speaks,
You hear only the calmest and most audible of voices.
When she walks,
Her gaze is ever lowered yet her crown never falls.
Dressed in the best of styles,
Adorned with shyness,
Covered yet radiant.
They turn and stare in awe,
Admiring her beauty,
For she portrays it in the best of ways.
She hopes to inspire
And prays they aspire
To be better than she is.
A paragon she will always be.
