I, the king, have conquered many kingdoms.
I’ve won the hearts of my friends,
Countrymen, my queen.
I declare myself a victor of everything.
Yet, not a victor of everyone.

A war has come.
She’s brave, wonderful, and exquisite.
Swords clash as spears wage day and night.
I planned my attacks but to no avail.
I’m trapped by my own knives and nets.

An unexpected arrow has pierced through my heart.
I do not bleed, I do not die.
For my armor is built with conviction and confusion.
But soon, for sure, I’ll feel pain for it is inevitable.

I’m fighting a losing battle.
A war not to determine who is stronger, braver
But a war of decisions and sacrifices.
I, the king, have conquered many kingdoms
But I’ve never conquered her heart.