Her Voice

Her voice inside my mind resides,
Casting every feeling of sorrow aside.
Only the comfort of her presence to have,
And the wish to hear her joyful laugh .
These are the things I wish to possess,
And to her my love to confess?
But I cannot give what is not mine,
And tarnished gold will not do when what deserved is fine
I must not give to her anything less than perfection.
So I must leave shrouded in destruction.
While I gather my soul, much too tattered, I deem,
Hoping to make myself one day, fit for a Queen.

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