Please, darling, take your seat


Your voice is so endearing

Your smile is fine and pure

The eyes so bright, so piercing

I find myself allured

I wondered and I mourned

For days and nights alike

Ahead I saw no turning

I find my soul at strike

I miss you far too dearly

I’ve known you far from long

But my heart sees so clearly

To whom it all belongs

Please, darling, take your seat

This throne I made for you

Because there is no louder beat

Than of the pounding from my heart to yours.

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