Her Sweet Soul Never Hurts Any

HER SWEET SOUL NEVER HURTS ANY Gentle like rose petal And radiant like morning star, Treads my queen her quiet path, Hurting not a soul on her course, Spreading light and peace and grace. A gentle flame of celestial lamp, She burns herself to spread light; Hurtling none and soothing all Along and around wherever she traverse, She calms soul, sweetens heart. Her soul is glow of compassion, Her heart is flow of benign ness; She gives herself to accommodate And invite hell for fairness’ sake; Selfless is my goddess and crystal pure. Alas, joy for her is a disaster; Offers she joys on sacrificial altar To be fair and just to all others; She runs from grief to more grief, But never retracts from righteous course. Unseen is her ilk in this selfish world; She solely glows with conscience’s candescence Like full moon in full bloom in the dark sky Of narrow conflicts and immoral infights That crippled mankind its peace and grace. I assure, my queen never hurts any, Nor I hurt any for our sweet sake; Gives up she her claim rather than snatch, And in her I for sure doubly recompense, For I know, her sweet soul never hurts any.