The Queen

It is with the grace of your hand
as you take command of the armies
inside my heart.
Spellbound
by my duty to you.
Milady.
My lord commander.

It is your eyes that tell the stories in you.
Within your voice, are record players
as we dance in the castle hallsunaware, of all the background noise
while our hands gleam in this permanence,
dancing on and on into the past.
Retracing our history as warriors and shield-maidens.

And we shall walk on carpets,
facing that one moment where we both say
“I do.”

20th of the 3rd, 2015
8:37 PM(DXB)
Rose.

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