Morning, Love

The mirror beside your bedroom shelf,

I saw you studying yourself,

By morning light, and, oh, my love,

I knew what you were thinking of.

You are a Queen, my suffragette,

The world just doesn't know it yet.

But, I will tell you secretly

You're, every day, a Queen to me.

The world, meantime, won't let us shirk.

Move, dear, or we'll be late for work.