A KING WITHOUT A QUEEN...

He sat in his castle, with the view of the world,
Yet all he could see were hazy visions of her face.
He had climbed mountains and conquered the world,
But alas, a King with no Queen in his space.
He had built cities, caused civilizations to grow,
Yet his bed was half empty and cold.
Heavy is the head that bears the crown,
For there is much more to this life, than gold.
Many a caller did lust for his power,
Quite a few had a love for his throne.
But at the top of the mountain with the loveliest views,
Sat the King high up and alone.
They threw flowers at his feet as he walked,
And the people all came out to cheer,
And he searched the crowds with a smile,
As he wondered if she was out there.
They made arrangements for his love,
As they tried to force his hand,
But he could never say I do,
To a woman who could not understand.
Heavy is the head that bears the crown,
With no Queen to help pick it up.
Heavy is the heart that wonders alone,
Drowning in the abyss of no love.
He commanded an army of millions,
His every order, them ready to obey.
Yet they could not bring to him what he needed,
And to them, he could never really say.
He sat in his castle, with the view of the world,
Yet all he could see was a hazy reflection of her face.
He had climbed mountains and conquered the world,
But alas, a King with no Queen, has no place.