My King
< You ask why am I so good to thee?.
I reply, "How can I not be".
How can I not be good to my king when thy captures the sun and lays it at my doorstep each morn.
Though it may be cloudy and starless, thy puts the stars in my eyes so that i may gaze upon them in the night sky until i surrender to dreams of thee.
My king has found the broken pieces of my heart and with thy touch has made it whole again and thy kiss has filled it with love that overflows and walls cannot contain.
My king has brought purpose to my existence .
My king has brought me to thy chambers and loved me with thy body, thy mind, thy soul and thy heart.
You ask why am i so good to thee?
I reply,"How can i not be".
My king has bestowed upon me his kingdom.
I humble myself and on bended knee your queen pledges her undying love and devotion to thee.
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