Royal Love
He sees her like his sun,
making him burn
every kingdom that crosses his path,
taking them early to their death.
She sighs in warmly love,
holding his face like a dove.
His ego misinterprets her passion
as a spark for more destruction.
Their garden roses, he forgets, need
compassion to sprout and blossom in purple and red.
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