It is no secret that the king Bowes to no one. No matter what, he is the ruler and holds his head high.
However.
When his queen walks into the room, his mind and heart are being ruled by her and only her.
And suddenly he would do anything and everything for her.
He only bows to her and no one else.
Every king has his queen.
They just need to find them. The one they would bow to, even if there is no order.
-Jasmeen Sidhu
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Chandni's poetry
Poetryjust random poems that come to my mind mostly poems about rain, weather, nature, love, heartbreak.
