I hope the night was kind and sweet Josephine,
For you slept till nine my queen,
Yesterday you drowned your fears in wine,
Those fears that I am a cheating swine.
Yet today as nature welcomed the sun,
I saw them sneak in.
But this morning my queen,
I give you my solemn word, I your mighty Moran,
I will lay down my sword and gun,
To conquer your insecurities and fears by noon.
For what use is the whole world to a man,
When his queen languishes in anguish and pain?
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Very basic question, For what use is the whole world to a man When his queen languishes in anguish and pain. Beautiful rhyme and reasoning. Enjoyed reading the poem. Thanks for sharing.