A servant, my Queen


Your hair waves like the ocean in a breezing day.

The attraction of your eyes,

reminds me of the stars I once wished upon for your presence.

I feel like a baby waiting for the love of a mother.

You’re the love I long to seek for.

There’s nothing more beautiful than a goddess that you are.

I feel sorry for thinking this way,

because what are the chances of a servant be married to a Queen?

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