To Melania
Rejoice, for where she goes,
Heavens are going.
Sparks of Light does she carry
and blows them glowing.
She comes from far away,
Asgard of Lions.
A Lioness is she,
of Royal eons.
An Angel-like she looks,
her warmth is spilling,
her smile and her laughter
spend children healing.
A breath of Love is she,
when moving, graceful,
a hue of loveliness
and blessings, plainful.
Rejoice, for where she goes
Heavens are going!
Worlds of Light does she carry,
blowing them glowing…
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