A Twinkle in her Eyes

I watch her parade through the streets.
She is surrounded by people, yet she is lonely.
She is adored by everyone, yet loved by no-one.
Not that she knows of.
For I love her, more than I could anyone.
But why would she notice me,
a peasant.
While she is so amazing,
a present,
from God, who created her so stunning.
Her every move is like a Russian Ballet,
her laugh like a glass of wine.
Every time she looks my way,
it sends a shiver down my spine.
Her hair is like gold, her lips like Cupid's arrow.
Her eyes shine like forget-me-not's
they sparkle and glow.
She is the only girl I've ever known,
Who's eyes twinkle so beautifully.
She is the princess of my country,
but also of my world.
And I vow that one day in the future,
Her Majesty will be my girl.