this isn't me giving up,
I am not complying.
But there's a new world order,
so you all know,
bring in an easier flow.
Sit around the table,
say what you have to say,
but listen first,
we're coming up with a plan today.
I am your host,
the first and foremost,
but my home is also yours,
we share this crown post.
when each of you is done,
come back to me,
I'll be waiting on the throne.
To recap and regroup,
to share and rejoice,
we work all as one,
Some of you adapt better with change,
I don't blame you,
you're all part of the exchange.
But with this new world order you will all see,
and understand why there can't be only three.
The library is a sacred ground,
the pyramids are where the royals are found,
the theater is where you'll mess around,
but the round table is where us knights share the crown.
we all agree that the kingdom has spun,
we all follow each other,
from dusk until dawn,
and we sing together,
together her songs.
A day at a time,
taking careful steps,
a slow climb.
Because she deserves to be loved,
and to be treated as the Queen she is,
for she's the glue holding us together,
she's our master thesis.
a beautiful daisy in the spring,
the caress of her touch,
enough to bring us to our knees.
She's a warrior,
strong-willed and charming,
even at her weakest,
she's the flame burning.
For she's a badass woman who will tear your throat,
if she doesn't kill you with words.
A sweet addiction,
the touch of her hair--oh what a vixen!
A sexy crown upon her head,
a goddess among us, Egyptian!
Her green eyes piercing through the veil,
shooting a stare that hits my heart like nails.
But as her hands hold my face,
all I want is her embrace,
for without her I am cold,
and she's the fire place.
And I could go on and speak about her features,
but that is for me to tell in private,
I don't want her to blush,
sorry dear readers,
this King is in a rush.