You Make Me Feel So Real

No throne seats I, but I feel a king,
When you appear I drink the sight of you,
I wrap your loveliness around myself
As your aroma shivers my being.
What fools thru fingers let slip this pearl,
What hand chose me, for such chance?
To receive beauty from a beauteous glance,
Nay, you I will never fail in love and honour.
No Lancelot sword or kingdom spread
Can I lay at your feet,
Only a tiny apartment in a big city street.
No riches to shower or Mercedes on cue,
No diamonds or day dreams
Only hands that will provide for you.
My love stands to shield and protect,
To forge you a future so foreseen
For you only,
That’s fit for a queen.

poem by Ken e Hall
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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