May 11, 2010 23:57
this, then, is what it means
to be a king;
to subdue my many passions
and quell the thousand words
i so badly want to say
lean down to kiss your brow;
i love you (very much)
i am barely able to whisper...
it breaks my heart, to deny you
but i must command you let me go
once, twice, a third,
that i may return
again to fight the war.