A Boy of Golden Thrones
Darling I’m doting on your smile
Why don’t you come and stay awhile
Please rest your aching bones
Take a break from gold thrones
A fool you are for doubting yourself
All while living on the high shelf
Incapable to see
Your potential like me
Delicately built, thoughtful mind
The word perfect simply defined
Brown eyes and blushing cheeks
The highs of mountain peaks
One truly better than deserved
A fantasy observed
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