there’s a king
of summer fling
story of one
who has it all

the hazel eyes
the mean cold glare
what does it mean,
dear mighty king?

what do you hide
from I, the poor
what’s in your mind?
what’s your heart for?

don’t look so sad
is it that bad
to be the kind,
good king you are?

I only hear
resentful words
bitter tone
and eyes of pain

dear lord, good sir
don’t be so mean
don’t walk away
and hate I, sir

I’m curious
of what you know
of what you love
what makes you smile

what warmth you hide?
will you please tell
so that I slave
can know you well

your highness, dear
please speak your mind
because I fear
I am in love