Duty

She said I was her King,
Her heart preached my beautiful looks,
My smile was her greatest weakness,
The short well leveled hair was hers source of praise.

My height Quenched her true definition of a dream,
A dream of a tall brown handsome creature,
A dream of a well muscled husband defined character,
A dream of an introvert like a being.

She was working with special forces,
A spy so to say of the flying squad,
All her love she directed unto me,
Though she was like water very unnegotiable.

Everytime I could look straight into hers eyes,
Fainting was the only whisper her breath could out wink,
My beautiful tales could send her in the world of wonder,
The world where the rich and the poor danced to the same tune.

What she really hated was unverified stories,
Her love for the gospel of hope mesmerised many,
My poems were her second source of praise,
Oooh, an Angel was all my thoughts.

Her dut couldn't allow us to enjoy this life,
Apart we remained as she paraded peace in wars,
The one she loved turned into a stranger in the music of hope,
Though the story of a love that once existed was forever told.
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