Yes, the Mail!
It came from me
Imagine the Joy
It brought my craft
In penning this Poem
To state My feel

Who is the  King?
A whacky weakling without Queen
His Joyous defender
She Joy is a crown
Which he must adorn
At all costs!

Your body and Mind:
I want to read
maybe I might reach passion:
A joyful feeling when you draw close
Breath love on your tender Nape
And watch you fade away!