The Many Titles of a Queen...

I wrote  verses and she smiled – the fog dispersed;
This girl – so personable, personal and featherly.
I said: “Your Majesty, Your Beautiness, Your Perkiness,
Your eyes are charming and your smile is even better.”
 
She said: “Your Flatteriness, thank you for the words.
My mind is, too, a little bit revolving.
We’re both majestic, slightly haughty - could be worse.”
“Your perfectness,” – I said, - “You’re never faulty.”
 
“Your Charmingness,” – I added, - “Just a look
From those eyes of yours, so full of starry smiles
Is quite enough a million minds to lose.
“I know,” – she laughed with certainty, no guile.
 
And so we talked till evening took its toll,
The mighty yellow star retired, sleepy.
“Your Ever-So-Gracefulness,” – I called.
She looked impeccable – “Just wait a moment fleeting…”
 
“I cannot help but tell you: I’m in love
With those eyes, Your Infinite-Galacticness.”
She smiled and fixed her crown: “Oh, enough…
Your Never-writingness, Forever-laziness…”
 
And so I went and wrote this very verse,
Forever after we admired and bantered.
Forgive me if this verse is slightly terse,
But that’s the girl: her artsy business manner.
 
You’ll meet her once, perhaps, in some disguise,
And know this girl: majestic, simple, graceful.
The words will slip your tongue: “Your Chocolate Eyes,
My mind is yours, my heart is calmly racing…”