My Queen, my Queen
So beauty is thee.
Thy lips of pure sweet
The color of rosy peeks.
Art thou an angel?
Hast thou comest too mine love?
To devulge in the hours awasted
And turn them so heavenly high?
Or to turn thine face
So that thine eyes can some upon me.
Brighten my soul through my darkest hours
So I may cast away my fears.
For the fears that toss me to and fro
Hath no strength over thine love.
The dire necessity of your presence
Is the life restored in me.
Oh! My Queen, my Queen,
I love you to free
The dark near us
For you, my Darling, My Queen.
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Poetic Life
PoetryThese are the times of life, of love, and to live. Some things have never been captured; your life. But these are the words to capture life through my eyes.
