The King and Queen
walk in cool breeze and breathe one air the same; he's fruit for her she's his whole world yet neither thought of gain. What mystery what majesty two hearts that beat as one; what ecstasy what tragedy lovers who die for Love. To God they call to be their all their altar and their food; when evil comes to test their love they rest inside His truth. Though fathers' failed this man prevails his seed is sacrifice; wife beautiful fertile and full gives with a mother's might. Their souls do kiss we witness this us children of their Love; their presence is a gift they give us undeserving of.
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