This poem is for QueenACL, who never fails to make me feel appreciated and valued as a person and friend (I seldom feel this way, so this is actually a huge deal).

When your eyes are bloodshot red,

Your crown still rests atop your head;

In spite of the tears that you shed,

Remember, crying is a sign of strength.

Someday, the smile that you paint

On your lips will no longer be fake;

You will look back on your past

Without pain; you will merely laugh.

Hence, tilt your chin upwards,

Lest your crown will be falling;

The worst is never the worst;

Brighter days are coming.

You can make it through this,

With the Lord's guidance;

He will protect you wherever you go;

He will not leave you on your own.

Stay courageous and strong;

Put your complete hope in God,

Who can grant you all your dreams;

For you deserve the best, dearest Queen.