My motivation is as distant as the foreign land,
Esteem for me to strive ponder my soul,
Maybe the 2nd or maybe the 3rd my heart is in her hand,
I can still see her smile when I am alone and feeling cold.

Forsake not her blessings her heart is mine to keep,
I am trying to hold fast yet I know I am weak.
Tender lips brushing the exciting skin of my cheeks,
I can still see her smile when I lay to sleep.

Gathering all my seashells yet I will rebuke the stones,
One Queen to my kingdom she sits on my highest Throne.
In the art of War and the **** is frustrating me,
I can still see her smile like she was standing right next to me.