King and a husband,
I am both to her.
Never will I forget her
Gently flowing hair.
Or will I forget her
Flower-like appearance.
There never goes by a day or
Hour in which I don't think of her.
Every thing around me reminds me of her presence.
Underneath the world above,
Never seeing her true beauty.
Darkness doesn't suit her as much as
Evening sunset light.
Rarely do I see my flower in bloom.
Watching her here, she seems sad.
Over and over, she wishes she were home.
Remembering her and the
Lilies and roses in her hair so long ago,
Do I wish I could call her home mine.