Queen of My Heart

A surging gust of changing wind has pushed me down a path unknown. Engaging dreams I won't rescind will place me at My Lover's throne. She'll gently brush her noble hand across my weary brow. Her tenderness will take command and to her velvet touch I'll bow. My fire will circumvent her heart, then cauterize the gaping hole; a tear that ripped her realm apart and left a chasm in her soul. Two kindred flames ignite in dance, which sparks a royal duet's tune. This hurting Queen shall have a second chance and waltz beneath the autumn moon. With newfound faith, my hopes she'll take and forge a castle 'round our dream. Emotions, dead, are now awake to a love that grows and reigns supreme.