I have named you queen.
There are taller than you, taller.
There are purer than you, purer.
There are lovelier than you, lovelier.
But you are the queen.
When you go through the streets No one recognizes you.
No one sees your crystal crown, no one looks At the carpet of red gold
That you tread as you pass, The nonexistent carpet.
And when you appear All the rivers sound
In my body, bells Shake the sky, And a hymn fills the world.
Only you and I,
Only you and I, my love,
Listen to it.”
― Pablo Neruda