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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