A Spanish Queen

I met a Spanish Queen the other day With jet black hair and eyes of coal Her smile glistened in the mornings ray She was as lovely as a newborn foal I watched as she took center stage It felt as thou she looked into my soul The words she spoke had wisdom like a sage I hung on ever word she said No one could ever keep her spirit in a cage She bows before the king that she has wed To ask a favor that she knows he won't withhold For he will bless her until he's someday dead I hope you like this story that I told About a Spanish Queen that is quite bold