Your King My Queen Poem by Michael Eziudo

Then, when your chamber is full of men
And your allies are they that ride in chariots
When all you wish to behold and hold on to are they
That live in trousers and boxers
will I still remain your King my Queen

When at day you're distracted from the thought of me
And at night attentions they give you
Are the butterflies that swim in your stomach
And the time we should share is divided
will I still remain your King my Queen

Then when you hear words that seem to sound sweeter than I've poured
Because they come from new mouths
And they give you bouquets that seem to look more beautiful
Than all I'd brought
And give you gifts of seemingly heavy worth
will I still remain your King my Queen

When they present a prospect that looks appealing
And muscles that can lift the earth
And you seem to be moved by sight
As sentiment beclouds your reasoning
will I still remain your King my Queen

And so I fear my place in your heart
Wondering if I've not been able to do enough
If I'd not been man enough
I fear to lose you
But I'm courageous in that many fish swim the river
One might just not fit the mouth
But it'd go down the throat and digest well

So when I find you looking out unsatisfied
I brace myself in the note
That I am not man enough
So ask you what I ask you
will I still remain your King my Queen

And I too begin to look out
Not that I want to
But in fear that I may lose out
But build to have an arm
That will wipe tears and bid welcome
Should you see me that no more
will I still remain your King my Queen