(Last Century / England-Now Australian Citizen)

You Make Me Feel So Real

No throne seats I, but I feel a king,
When you appear I drink the sight of you,
I wrap your loveliness around myself
As your aroma shivers my being.
What fools thru fingers let slip this pearl,
What hand chose me, for such chance?
To receive beauty from a beauteous glance,

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