My Queen...

If only
I have
A tongue
That speaks
To my
Love,
If only
When I
Look into
Her eyes
I'm brave
Enough,
She's cut
From the
Same cloth
And bitten
By the
Same frost,
We've both
Been found
From
The depths
Of the lost,
She reads
Me like
She is
Reading
From the
Holy book,
And that
I always
Show truth
And never
Be corrupt,
I am
Honoured
She instilled
Trust,
She
Is the
Sacred
Place
In my
Corners
Of where
Love grows,
She is
My glistening
Waterfall
In my
Lonely
Wandering
Soul,
And she
Knows,
My days
Go by
With her
In my
Eye,
She is
My treasured
Find
This is
Me,
This is
Life....
I'm so
Lucky
I've been
Found,
But yet
Life is
Cruel!
I've still
Drowned!
Breathless
I'm sinking
Down,
You were
My queen,
Wear your
Crown!

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Comments
Thanks Tina! ??
Thanks for reading beautiful people ?
Hello, Wayne.
Perhaps the King will muster enough courage to return from his watery grave and tell his Queen exactly how he feels about her.
Love, as well as hate, is a very strong motivating factor.
Both have been known to transcend the cold, cruel confines of the grave.
Well done, sir!
~Dean ??
Maybe Dean, maybe... ?? thanks very much for your comment ?
Anytime...