He stands by my side As I do the same for him
His thoughts he rarely confides But his arms large and hefty
He holds with him marks Of long ago battles
From being deceived from Envious friends who tattled
I tend to him constantly But I dare not bow down
Because stubborn by nature Even with a gold crown
I’ve done so before With another long ago
Who ended up a whore Spewing constant negativity
So:
“Trust no more And give cautiously”
Grew to be the core The motto of my process
‘Til one spring’s morn A letter I received
From the prince who let me fly So I could find my lost calling
Our friendship rekindled And love followed after
My walls now dwindled His warmth my heath
For he is but my tender king In whom I love and adore
Who gave me time to heal While I traveled and explored
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