Red Queen Poem by Edward Clapham

It is as though I had never loved before, loving you;
My heart bound and sealed to your care:
The bright morning wakes me and I think of you,
Nervously, in anticipation of that first hello.

I am a weathervane to your mood and attention;
Speak and I smile, laugh and I am overjoyed:
Seek me out and keep my station and
I am taken up in the euphoria of your presence.

Indeed, I have loved before, but once, and ever
Suppose I will again before I die:
But none shall walk the palace of my affections
As you do, Red Queen of my desire.