TO YOU, THE KING OF HEART.

The moment he walked through the door with vigor.

Majestically I gazed dumfounded with my two lips glued by his splendor.

People called him KING OF HEART

For by his apparition he can mend a broken HEART.

His bloom with a beneficent look

Draws thousands upon his gaze,

Wondering not without a guess.

He is the King that rules over my heart

For in his arms I draw breathe of strength that melody my heart.

His fine lines with sprout of muscles provided my head a solace,

As I am at that moment disentangled from my miserable days.

His chest is like a shield

That wave off nightmares that hover in my dream.

In his arms i wish nights were eternity

As i long for the ticking of the clock to sway in vanity.

Life would have been more beautifully adorned

If my King and I were forever alone.

In my King's bosom,

My days seems forever in blossom.

This King has made me his Queen

allured by his magical eyes of charms and his Kingdom.

Even in after life,

I will choose the KING OF HEART even without eyes to lead my 💓 heart.

For in you my King,

I have found my home and my Kingdom.

✍️Patrick Ekongg

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