In royal courts, a tale unfolds, Spare's secrets left untold,
A memoir sealed in secrecy, its truths like threads of gold.
Overwhelming urges whispering, in hushed and guarded tone,
As attentions turn to regal duties, secrets carved in stone.
More than likely, in those moments, in silence they have thrived,
As duty's call took precedence, the inner world derived.
A whisper in a palace room, where heart and duty meet,
An overwhelming urge to share, in verses bittersweet.
Stifled desires, silent longings, yearning to be free,
Unburdened now, in words they soar, like birds from every tree.
In expansion, like the laws of nature, boundless they shall grow,
Cubic meters of emotions, the depths of which we'll know.
Before the pre-explosion days, when silence reigned supreme,
No small wonder that he pens his truth, a window to his dream.
The pressures of a royal life, the burden of a crown,
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Oh there would definitely be pressure and burden. Loved your poem!