you greeted me from high as i entered
a kind demeanor, a warm hello
and every day you i’d see
from my spot down below
yet you’d always bring yourself down to my level
stooping or sitting to lessen the distance
dear friends we became through sightings of frequence
yet over the years my feelings have deepened…
as in you i confide my woes and triumphs
every day i long to see you
with that sincere yet mischievous smile
i know deep inside you feel the same as i
yet how do we cross that line?
from friends to lovers, that’d be nice
we’ve been on several dates…
though i truly wish they went farther…
i cherish every moment we’ve spent together
talking, laughing, just hanging out
but a question keeps nagging me at the back of my brain…
if i made a move, would you look at me the same?
it’s a chance i’ve wanted to take for years…
yet, my King, how would you receive it?
you call me your Princess, i’d rather be your Queen
