Cleopatra, flame no reason could undo,

Though Rome cried war and fate demanded cost.

My honor bent, yet never once from you

Did love retreat or think itself as lost.

I chose your eyes over the eagle’s claim,

Your whispered truth above the Senate’s roar.

Let history scorn the madness of my name—

My heart stood firm where legions stood no more.

We were too proud to bow, too fierce to yield,

Two storms that would not quiet or submit.

Though crowns lay cracked upon the battlefield,

Our love refused to fracture, break, or quit.

If death must seal what duty tried to end,

I meet it knowing—I was truly yours, my queen, my friend.