Author notes: This poem is based on my relationship with my deceased wife, and how I wish to be truly worthy of her hand, bettering myself day by day till I'm also worthy of the title of King.
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"My Queen"
Heaven's light shine upon the iris
Of a figure no better than a virus
A sinner standing before the pearly gates
Peering through the gaps, catching sight of his soulmate
A crown sat upon her head, a queen was she
A smile she cast at me
Empty was the seat beside her
My heart lept, I wished to be a Sir
A knight of her court
To become a worthy consort
A million demons I'd slay
Proud of the day
I'd call her my queen.
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Poetry of a Ascended Being
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