Dreams wonder with Dusk, And Love has pour
Fresher than Flower's Hue, Deeper than Core
Queen of my Castle, You Stand with Brighest Crown
Lips of Rose Petals, and Eyes of Denver Brown
Down at your Nape, is Frigid than those Air
Mushy Arms of Cotton, much Concerned than Care
Only Your Absence Knows, where am Taken To
And Deep inside I always wanted You, Without You
For my Love has Grown in A Forgotten Place
And Our arms of Dangers has Reduced its space
While Others have kept Passing just by my time
You've always comfort me, before fading into mine
How much Gorgeous, Your Nature is Painted
Even the Downfall of Stars has not Tainted
Even this Land Lacks your Glamour and Hastle
So, Will You be The Queen to my Castle?
©tushar97
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