The King of Hearts
A king needs her kingdom
To rule and govern
Those whose lives she has touched
By many a gift some seen others hidden
A child and yet a woman
Of matchless charm and magnetism
Her beauty and wit have no measure
Mere mortals cannot but come even close
A magical pen does she wield
It essays many a picturesque dream
Her words wreathed with her own beauty
Laced with power and sheer delight
But more potent than her charm or intellect
Is her power of belief and faith
In people, ideas or even a passing thought
She can move mountains if she wants to.
A loyal subject have I been for years
Loving, admiring and looking up to her
Alas the journey draws to a close
The light will move way and leave behind
A grieving me for her company and strength.
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