Britain's Song

Alone, there it shine

A petal, certain not clove

with thy kiss of sun rays

whispering words of love.

Amidst, simplicity yet superb,

stood out in all thy ways.

i'm only human, for not to yearn,

thou Angel, with beauty and grace.

Thy smile, rare and unforgiving

Yet, fulfilling when proffer.

For thy glimpse i am waiting

Everytime thy path may offer.

So true, to conquer may not exist,

Thy kingdom, knowin' i am not among.

Yet to continue, i profess,

admiring, that Britain's Song.