About a Girl

Her beauty is priceless
with a body so divine.
I am not well, I confess,
my head is all but fine.
She’ll be my queen,
to treasure and hold.
For I am her king;
strong, clever, and bold.
She showed me true love,
and also true sorrow.
I have no one else to think of,
until I see her tomorrow.
Yet here I lay, forever alone,
Our fate remains forever unknown.