Crowned by the Caribbean
Her crown is not jeweled,
but woven of waves,
of braids kissed by sea salt,
of love that behaves
like breeze through the palms,
through dresses of linen—
a life without rushing,
a soft life worth winning.
She speaks with the calm
of islands that know
rest is resistance,
and ease is a glow.
Luxury lives in her
like rum in a cask—
rich, aged, divine—
no need to ask.

















































































This words..pic speaks to me