Queen of Queens

Her gemstones are humble,
small chips of crystal and silver
and I stumble,
Upon the sight of her innocent
beauty,
I am the beholder and I behold
grace as her tiny words tumble,
Small is her form
but her cherub heart beats strong
like the quakes of a boulder
and not a pebble,
Her hair is lava
and her eyes are the grass,
In them I see reflections
Of my hideous form like glass,
I am but sand and withered fruit,
With broken teeth ad lanky limbs,
but she...
She is exactly what she seems,
My little child queen of queens...