With tears and pearls

A soul that yearns.

For a greater peace,

That only man can weave.



For richer, for poor;

In sickness and health,

The kingdom falling apart

What does she want? His wealth?



Anticipation, participation

Renevation and expectation,

All in a bowl of water,

Shaped in a quater.



For the wife has his kingdom

With fullness and glee,

Wealth at her disposal

To spend it all free.



While the King loses his army and;

Abandons his court.

A distant smile, and fragile touch.

Off he goes,

To lust and dust his *****;

her touch and body;

Only for him to loath.