She Is My Queen Poem by Jacob Pierce

Something about her needs to be protected.. Heart of a loving soul, but bare flesh always exposed. She doesnt need to be my queen to see that the ends of worlds will never make it to far. She might be wrapped in silk and glamorous clothing, but I give her the armor that has never been so heavy. Some times she tells me, ' do I deserve such a pleasure? ' I say, if pleasure were a thought, an action, or some magic power love gives me.. Then the pleasure is all mine.. So sit by my side in the throne you much deserve, wear that crown with the pride of strength and love. Lets run this kingdom by the love of whats real.. True Love.