I, King

The Queen of Kuala Lumpur
Is the only queen I adore.
She rules with an iron hand
And won’t let loneliness stand,
Encourages lovers to kiss,
To embrace, and be bubbling with bliss.
She orders her soldiers to bow
When a citizen passes them now;
Meanwhile, she seeks out a king,
A poet so poor, yet can sing
Of a love that is purer than sky,
Of a passion out-vying the sun,
Of a tenderness true that can’t die,
Of a heart that still beats when it’s done!
And she looks my way, and she sees
That I worship her down on my knees.
And she leaps on down to my side
Declaring that she is my bride!
Yes, that is how I became king;
Only lovers believe such a thing.

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