To a Classic King
I met a king. He knows nothing of my existence.
I stand in the shadows along with the many other peasants dying to be his queen, I try to stand out more.
If given the opportunity besides gazing into those black diamonds he has for eyes , I would like to ask questions like:
Why did God decide to create you with skin the color of earth?
How is it possible for you to be in front of me as well as my dreams?
Is a kiss from you as close to heaven as I'll ever get?
I have your crown.