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Sep 2023
You might not be the painting, Mona Lisa.
Or measure up to being Little Egypt.
With you, I found a Queen.
And that simply fine with me.

You're royal.
You're loyal.
And so, very magical.

You a treasure and no one measure up to you.

You're sweet (lovely smile)
You're kind (hope forever mine)
I couldn't have dreamed of this moment.
But so glad it came.

Cause with you, with you, with you.
I found a queen, and I am the man you call King.

I be your jester.
I be your guard.
I be the one holding you in his heart.
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
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