The King and I

I met a king of ebony skin with eyes bright as stars, twinkling and shining, descending light where ever he looked. And I thought, where is his queen? Surely some young princess has noticed his handsome face and kingly ways. So I sought out the answer and was pleased with it. The more I was near this king, the more I wanted to know him and when I wasn't near him I felt a deep yearning for him. I thought about him endlessly and felt that I should tell him but I realized it would be in vain because I was just a fair maiden who could never capture his attention for longer than a mere fortnight. So I concealed my thoughts and conceded them to the back of my mind into the deepest, darkest pits of my imagination. Regardless of how I tried, I couldn't forget him. And I wondered if this king of ebony skin, from African descent, with eyes bright as stars, a touch like fire, a words smooth as water, fresh from a well, would accept this maiden, who is I. If only he'd accept me, I'd be his queen. Destined to stay true only to him. while I was pondering these thoughts my king called called out to me and fulfilled my heart's desire.