I could write a book with all the lies you tell,
all of which I now know by heart.
I know the meaning behind every squint you make,
and how you have a shortage of breath every time
you catch my smile.
I know it pains you every time I softly decline.
I could write a breathtaking symphony with
the things you’ve said to make me smile.
Making me dream, taking me high, hoping
to be the one and only you claim at dusk and every night.
I know you would love to own my heart.
My body is your ultimate desire.
I could tell you lies, sing you lullabies.
Sweet whispers in your ears every night.
I could take you high, Claim your kingdom mine.
Be your one and only queen ‘til the end of times.