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The King and the Queen ll
TALL TALES
What is a king to his queen, in rule and grace?
A scepter's weight, a crown of gold, both fair in place.
Yet loves soft whisper, her gentle touch unseen,
outshines all jewels, all lands that lie between.
A kingdom thrives on knots he weaves, he's will he's to keep,
decree and might, but her hearts realm, where he finds his true delight.
For in his eyes, her thrown finds it's serene scene, and in her love, he finds his realm,
his reign, his queen.
What is a king to his queen, but a moon in her night's dream?
In his eyes, what she builds gleams,
his realm, his realm redeemed, loves throne redeems.
Is he but only a crown instead, only seeking renown, for hollow honour, in all the pleasures one could drown.
A pawn in the game of hearts, where streets bleed bourbon,
and the night is a jukebox playing broken dreams,
where the bed is a kingdom, tangled in torn hearts and love too cheap a currency to tape the broken parts.
Or is it a land bound in pure delight, in every glance, in every whispered echo in the night, for in her heart his realm finds it's might,
tethered by golden binds.
© Panducollections&co
What is a king to his queen, in rule and grace?
A scepter's weight, a crown of gold, both fair in place.
Yet loves soft whisper, her gentle touch unseen,
outshines all jewels, all lands that lie between.
A kingdom thrives on knots he weaves, he's will he's to keep,
decree and might, but her hearts realm, where he finds his true delight.
For in his eyes, her thrown finds it's serene scene, and in her love, he finds his realm,
his reign, his queen.
What is a king to his queen, but a moon in her night's dream?
In his eyes, what she builds gleams,
his realm, his realm redeemed, loves throne redeems.
Is he but only a crown instead, only seeking renown, for hollow honour, in all the pleasures one could drown.
A pawn in the game of hearts, where streets bleed bourbon,
and the night is a jukebox playing broken dreams,
where the bed is a kingdom, tangled in torn hearts and love too cheap a currency to tape the broken parts.
Or is it a land bound in pure delight, in every glance, in every whispered echo in the night, for in her heart his realm finds it's might,
tethered by golden binds.
© Panducollections&co
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