Her Majesty's Request

Her Majesty's Request                           October 19, 2004

Her Majesty's request should be granted. 

She may not be the queen of all, but I am her domain. 

Her voice, a gentle, sweet, sonorous tone of sensuality, 

With eyes, like diamonds, whose beauty defies time. 

Beauty that is timeless. Timeless, indeed, 

And she seduces me with merely a glance, giving me hope. 

All Her Majesty wants for in life 

Is for me to make love to her on a bed of roses. 

Simple, yes, in its complexity. 

So, I take this red, red rose and pluck it of its rougeness, 

And scatter its petals all over with a painter's touch, 

And we fall down, two lovers embraced, 

Giggling incessantly, kissing true love's kiss. 

I cry, knowing I truly have my lover. 

Who cares if we're not blue bloods? 

We have each other instead. 

And we roll along, joined together as one person 

In the only way possible to conjure up. 

Her Majesty, so beautiful, so very, very pure, 

And I, the humble servant, covered in rose petals. 

Our love is the smell of that rose, 

The symbol of our conjoined heart. 

I just can't get her off of my mind.