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My Queen


I am but a humble prince Looking for my Queen to complete me as king For I am weak without my missing rib And like a young Martin Luther said “Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about the things that matter” So I wont be silenced till the day I have her And even still I’ll preach my love to the heavens Where she comes from, my angel God sent, a blessing without question This emotion inks my heart like parchment These words that course through my veins And warm my hands to her touch Softens my lips when we kiss just such… As if it never happened as it hasn’t But I can see into the future As nights turn to fortnights in these dreams And all I see are visions you and me Rooted deep enough to start a new love The seed of our family tree Shakespearean royalty Because this dream, is a playwright of perfection A confection of affection for the woman I call love Just because… Because for a moment she can smile and it’ll linger for hours She would cry me a river to soften the blow of my tears Her beautiful mind simply blows my mind It feels like I’ve known her for years Just enough… Just long enough that I can mistake a sunrise for her eyes Imagine waking before the light that radiates from her smile I want to touch your heart before your body Satisfy your mind and your spirit And caress the pure essence of your soul before I near it My dearest, my dearest queen You’re my once in a blue moon My rare and precious stone To lose you Would be like the earth loosing the moon You create a tide of emotion in me that Feels as natural as the shoreline kissing the sea Passionately, Repeatedly, eternally Everything I hope we’ll ever be My Queen
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