The Crown On Your Head

You sit on your throne in my words,
and make glitter and glamour of them
You rule their tides,
their melodies and rhymes

Without you my poetry
would be just an empty,
run-down palace,
a trove without treasure

For a kingdom needs its king
Just like my poetry gives
you the crown on your head

©RoseGirl2019

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