A Queens Doubt Poem by Esther Hadassah Sendeza
A Queens Doubt
He says I light up his sky,
That I am on the throne in his paradise.
He says when he gets out of bed,
I am the first morning air he wants to breathe.
He says in his eyes i am the brightest star,
And that it is me he wants.
I want to believe him.
But does he not realize?
That it’s hard to trust a prince,
When all you need is a king.
His lips call me goddess,
And he says I am perfect.
He says I am beautiful,
And that my intelligence is arousing.
I want to believe him.
But does he not realize?
That no queen trusts a stranger,
With a lot of good things to say.
He says my strength, my power and voice
Bring enlightenment to his soul.
Clearly he does not realise,
That its hard to trust a prince,
When all you need is a king.
The term queen is representing a mature woman who doesn't want games,
Just true love. The prince is man who will give you a vision of what he can offer you but he is not mature.... what the woman wants in this poem is a king,
A symbol of maturity, responsibility. Its a need. And she is doubting because she doesn't want another prince.
''what the woman wants in this poem is a king, A symbol of maturity, responsibility. Its a need. And she is doubting because she doesn't want another prince.'' the text your well penned poem is clear enough, but surely your note helps to get to the point of its inner meaning. I've enjoyed your poem, Esther, thanks for sharing Stay blessed
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Twice you respond I WANT TO BELIEVE HIM and I felt that tug in my heart to believe also. But when the years pile up behind us and people have failed us again and again, it seems foolish to believe. What we want and need is something firmer and more real than hyperbole, however exciting it was in the past. We want the kind of present experience of love a future can come out of, not just more moments, but something lasting. // I just read your prose comment, and my comment and yours pretty much agree about this issue. And like your other poem, this one challenges me to look beyond the moment, however attractive and alluring it may seem. It's the difference between naive and mature views of love.