HIS
I see him standing there, again I'm too scared to move. When will he see me, I'm here anticipating the sight of him.Does he know; the Queen awaits her King each day in the same spot wondering when will he hear my soul calling.
When he passes me, It's like taking my first breath- his scent is my oxygen.
His eyes burn through me like a glorious sunbeam.
The smile of a God is that of a peasant's; when in the presents of his.
He knows not, but I am his.
I am his Queen!!!!
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