I lay my heart to rest one day,
so tattered and so bruised.
For although he had served me well,
he was not enough you.

He lay there for so long a time,
neglected and unused.
Without a love to nurture him,
a wall around him grew.

Alone he sits now in the dark,
exiled without crowns.
Yearning for a worthy queen,
‘fore he in sorrow drowns.

He clings to hope through day and night,
not knowing what to do.
Wondering if his fair queen,
could possibly be you?