To a King

A reply by the Queen:


To a king, let me write a ballad,

To a king, let me pen an elegy,

To a king, let me dedicate my enclosure,

To a king, in his domain


I was a neat dame all my years,

I danced and was silly and dated and drove,

I climbed the ladders, scorned at the shark,

And like a tigress I liberally rove.


In my twenty-sixth year of life,

I visited a friend for no reason,

Met him next to the Taj, I couldn’t even find,

I saw this guy and lost track of seasons!!!


It was chance, as I could never believe,

Chance of whom you meet at the strangest places,

Chance it was that bizarre eve,

When I meet that man who loved laces!


He looked hot no doubt,

For many must have told him that before,

But I had known heat in anecdotal degrees, (: D)

Yet his philosophy was what I came to adore.


He wrote, oh wrote so well

He could paint me pictures so striking

He had the most astounding taste in music

And I fell head over heels in love with his writings


He told me I was beautiful, not that I dint hear that before

But let me tell you a secret

He made me feel like no one before

It was like these words I heard for the first time

It gave me that chill down my spine

I want to hear this all the time

It feels like that tumult of lemony lime!!


I know it will work out

And my fears will peter out

But I love him so much

That I could shout…..


My king – you are the best thing that I ever felt

My king – you are what I live for today…

My king – you are the shine in my eye and the voice in my head

My king – in your arms I ever so melt!!