Never before has such beauty, ever seemed
So bold,
Who can turn the hearts of men and beasts,
And make the fires burn cold.
When in your palm a simple rock, is equal to
Any jewel,
Yet I am one with no need for treasure, I
Live to serve your rule.
Line the walls with a carpet of souls, the
Men you turned away,
Cursed to an eternity of forever yearning,
That you had asked them stay.
A beauty like yours should be a crime,
With a majestic glow to match the sun,
Such beauty too perfect for mortal eye,
So all suitors must turn and run.
With a smile so radiant and fair, the
World is yours to keep,
So when I think of freedom, it shall
Only be in sleep.
Why not take the heavens? To drape
The stars around your throat,
All I possess is this measly paper,
And all the letters that I wrote.
