And although I wish
I could write;
a Bohemian Rhapsody
as beautifully as thee;
writes to me;
I fear
that that is just another conspiracy theory.
Truth is
I'm rather speecless,
yet still don't believe this;
that someone could see
the beauty
hidden inside of me,
instead of looking skin deep.
It was an honest mistake
and possibly
a
misinterpretation;
for you to see
what I see.
If I could keep the wolf
from hounding thee,
I would give up my life for thee;
to keep your soul from being devoured by he;
to feel the passions
of your inner most desires;
to gaze upon
and appreciate
the art of perfection.
You named me a Queen,
so I'll raise you a King,
and protect you;
with my thug love,
like you protected your Queen;
in the heart of the lion's den.
But for now
let's sit still for a while;
and chat about kind words
that
have been spoken.
From woman to man,
know that I will fight for my king.
Maybe I'm delusional;
I fear my ice cold heart;
may be melting....
About the Creator
Chrissy Barnhill
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