My King of Hearts
My heart I thought was taken given to my king.
But now I see I'd offered it to nothing but a dream.
Myself the Queen of Hearts, he I thought a friend of mine.
The story sought to write its self and seemed it would be fine.
Then somewhere in the distance a heartbeat calls to mine.
Beat for beat together they move in time.
Slowly from my dream I wake, ever searching for a sign.
Closer the calls come near, but still nothing can I see.
When finally I wake, it's as if a fog lifts its self from me.
I open my eyes and there my true King finally I find.
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