The King Must Marry Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

I just know that there is something sweet out there,
And i am sure you are the one for me;
The King must marry inorder to produce the heir.
The love of cultural upheavals to a game,
Like the ardent exponent;
But, who is ready to marry the King?

A frenetic development,
Of the lethal product of an act to gain;
A prime love to see is on this game where,
The King must surely marry to produce the heir.
The act of primitive power,
The King must marry;
Like the reconnection of an act with a golden touch.
Act, love, recommendations;
The King has to marry in order to produce an heir.

A golden move,
A golden love,
Battling the words out of his mouth to marry;
The heir is what matters so,
He cannot bawl private matters through a looked door.
Battling navigations,
Battling love,
Battling words to look for a lover;
You may laugh mirthlessly but,
He is not bidding for a prime cow.