My Ballad To The Captain of Beauty

The Captain of Queens In the century of heart, There is no beginning in beauty, Ask how river meets ocean, Nature is the guardian of all roses, But there are some queens we do not born, They exist like a river, Oh beholder of nature, You may have to wait; For their rivers to flow across your path, Until then, let me take you to an itinerary, Where nature bows to beauty. On the hill of the lakeside, Above the city of the pageants, There lies some souls, Who are they? Behold the stars saying; We are the super faces. They are beautiful like rainbows; Close to heaven, This is not a hyperbole. They all sing in unison, Come and behold their faces, Their voices set the ugly free, There is one in a veil, She is the mother of Kings, Haven't I seen enough? No! That is the dew that fell on me, I didn't m...