Henry's view on Anne Boleyn. I Know, it's terrible - I suck at Poetry, but let me know what you think, anyway.
Alluring darkness, drawing me in
Never to fully let me go
Nonchalant disinterest, just to make me hers
Eyes like dusky hooks for the soul
Bewitching me, beckoning me
Only warming once I proved my worth
Luring me, promising me what I needed most
Exciting me, capturing the essence of what I used to be
Young, fertile, exotic, she spun her web around me
Never to fully let me go.
Anne Boleyn – my passion, my folly. The woman who truly made me a King.