The red carpet of my blood unrolls
Bells in my head ring
and send my whole body
tingling shivering shaking
The drumbeat of my heart intensifies
And the strident sound of my inner trumpet
commands my usually listless soul
to stand at attention
Every time you, or thoughts of you,
come around.
You are my queen.
I live for you.
And if I must,
I shall die for you.
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