The Queen's First

I've been calling you the Queen for some time And this for a multitude of reasons Out of wit, because your last name is King About you can drive a man to treason Speaking on the latter, there is more In ten syllables it's hard to get out But there is a ruthlessness in your lore Which conflicts me so to the point of doubt But I am intrigued, you are like a rose Gorgeous to look at but biting to hold I lacked words, so I put them in this prose It took me a while to be this bold In good humor, I think back to that night And I ponder,"Could the Queen be my Psyche?"