You are but a queen of your own palace in that crown,
You shed no boundaries,
Fit for an ol' mans palace for a town.
That tender-loving luscious strawberry hair ,
Those eyelashes that thrive like branches,
Them lips that taste like bitter-sweet caramel,
Oh your words spit and devour our chances,
You are but a one-mans dream,
You are foulest in your ways,
A taste of fear is your cup of tea,
You have but stolen this one mans gaze,
For you are the only one I ponder,
Never my wife you are a fool,
Your anxiety of restraint is my cup of tea,
For you are but a one-mans tool."
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