King


Two syllables
One word
I think of you not as a strong bird
But a king who is loyal
A king who is strong
A king who admits when he's done something wrong

In love with a king
Oh silly me
I think of him all the time
I mean really he is one of a kind
Yet when i go up to his face
My hearts starts to race

Your smile
Your strength
Everything about you in my length
Your height oh my
All my hopes start to fly
When I think of you
I see you too

Just know when I'm silent
And say nothing at all
That I have your back
And won't let you fall

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