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Staid King

Afraid to Love?

 

King without a crown

recluse in your hovel

adorning a frown

reading your novels

telling your affairs

of fatuous adventures

wanton stares

failing to entice

the simplest of men

for you bear a heart of ice

no matter how well you use your pen.

You are given many a glance

but ignore them all

scared of chance

leading to your fall.

What dainty treasure do you own

you fear to lose

to hide, never be shown,

and if you had to choose

nothing is so great

if it stops you to revel.

Are you making a mistake

have you been quashed by the devil

blinded by his saucy taunts

never seeking what you want?

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