I haven't written a poem in so long! This really isn't that good xD
Here in my hands
I hold a riddle for you
It's very hard
Yet very true
So read it over,
Think it through.
If you get it
There's a smiley for you…
There're few things
A Queen can call hers
She rarely gets to keep
What she prefers
Her emotions are open
For all to see
And to make it worse
She has no privacy
What she can keep
Is easy to lose
But hard to get back
And no, it's not shoes.
It's not something
You can touch or hold
But you can see it
And, boy, is it bold
It's often described
As cold or kind
Soft or hard
And crude or refined
I wonder if you know
Could you have guessed?
I highly doubt
You've aced this test
Moving on,
I be more detailed
For our current Queen
It has often wailed
Hers is soft
Hers is kind
Hers is wonderful
Hers is refined
It starts with an "H"
Then moves to an "E"
The next is an "A"
Now do you see?
Another clue-
With it, she can not part
And it ends in "RT"
Yes, yes, it is a heart
A Queen's heart
Is her only treasure
It can deal out hate
Or give others pleasure
This riddle isn't the best
You've detected
But I gave the answer
And you were directed
Remember, friends
The next time you break
A Queen's fragile heart
It shall forever ache