Buried in the hidden confines

of my Mind

You Reside

your throne, so Dark

under years of antiquated

Luster

*

You sit, pensive,

always pensive,

even when you smile

*

It is eternally Dusk

in your Chamber

but never cold

 *

Kindly you invite me in

with a Nod

Kindly too, you offer me a seat,

*

but I cannot sit,

instead, I wait,

wait for your question,

the one that will allow

me to tell you

just how much I love you

Here, in this Chamber

and beyond

*

My King,

of long ago,

My Heart

*