The Majestics
Oh, your majesties,
you stun me to the core
with your glorious beauty.
The eyes of an old sage,
shine infinite wisdom,
pouring into and over,
everything in your paths.
Oh, how I wish
to be in your presence!
I'd bow graciously,
and throw the petals
of the most luxurious flowers
known to man,
under your feet.
Please think of me,
while remembering...
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