Dawn & Dusk

She holds in her hand
A broken crown
A diadem hidden
Behind a crushed frown

Glittering with jewels
Catching rays of light
But their radiant beauty
Remains out of sight

Kindness as emeralds
Love as giant rubies
Silky soft sapphires
Shimmer in their brooding

The cracks enhance
Rather than taint
Adding texture
No jeweller could imitate

She holds no titles
She is not a queen
And yet she governs
Over a realm unseen

It will take the words
Of a trusted friend
To convince her to put
This crown on her head