As I lay here drunk on your memory, a waiting when we meet again.

i dream of lifes most wonderful gift, love.

Like a sovereign awaiting his noble consort.

i seat up above her.

Ah, but such a title I await to give you.

For courting my lover’s favors are not easily received.

The king with no crown must bend the knee for she is a lion and I seek to tam her.

Entering her noble presents she takes shape, as the almighty Arch Angel Raphael.

To hold me in his warm embrace and as trumpet’s sound and lovers part.

The would-be king knows the gods are ready to obey

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