Phone Poem

LOOKING GLASS VERSE

Illeanna, Illeanna, Illeanna, Queen!

Ruler of the universe and all lands in between. 

Her eyes like diamonds sparkle

Though her sea is emerald green, 

Fashioned out of God's own breath

Which only God hath seen. 

Her hair is dark as moon-lit waves

Falling toward the shore, 

Her curves are like the rolling lands

Where mountains touch the sky, 

So wonderful to oft behold

That all words finally die.