Kingly Demeanour
He is such a prize a purple presence
When he shares his heart
It is no less than amethyst art
Right now he feels small
Even though he is 6ft3 inches tall
You see giants feel vulnerable too
In our conversation he says "I want you"
And my silence is a cherry clue
I've moved on but that last love was true
How can love be so desperately in need
Winds blow throwing breezes of men
Who can openly receive love with delicious green grin
I wish everyone love but I can't be her
For all I can only be for one
So gently I tread on this pearly pink path
Hoping to gain friendship from the jilted lad
For there can only be one destined in my life
I alone will decipher and decide.
It's his kingly demeanor
Makes me esteem and want to be her
His queen and peace pipe
Smoking me all day all night
His kingly demeanor
How he demands me while
Begging in a sweet bass voice
His kingly demeanor
Fishing me from a lake of ladies
I will choose chocolate kisses
He chose me first
To be his Mrs.
Time will show how devine
His kind is.
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