My Lost King
I was once in love with this man,
That nver once made me cry,
Sweetheart could not stand to see me hurt
Every tear away he would wipe.
I think about him-From time to time
Thinking how would it be?
If I still had that valuable gift
That same man that was in love with me.
Oh-How I miss him so much
I would run and hurry quick
Masculine and charming
My happiness-He was it
He always placed me first-Above all things
A strong powerful example of what a KING really means
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