Poem from a possible secret admirer of Queen Hatshepsut

Beneath the sun that crowns your golden reign,
I hide my heart, yet it beats your name in vain.
Your eyes, twin pools where Nile’s secrets gleam,
Have stolen the quiet corners of my dream.

I watch your shadow move through marble halls,
Your voice, a song that lingers on the walls.
Though cloaked in duty, wisdom, and the throne,
Know, unseen, my soul has made you its own.

No man may claim the crown you wear with pride,
Yet in my quiet worship, I stand beside.
A fleeting glance, a whispered prayer above—
Forever bound to you, my queen, my love.