I am The May queen,
in your eyes,
gifted by the gods,
early,
eagerly unwrapped,
by your earnest hands,
with poppies in my hair,
and your love in my heart,
but truthfully,
I am twenty seven beads of amethyst,
held in place with snowy silver,
that you wear on your wrist,
February born and full of bliss.
You imagine me,
in a role I have learned to perfect,
playing the prefect of the parade,
pulling summer towards springtime,
pure as sunshine,
climbing up the tree of time,
to edge closer to your history.
Tempted to a throne
that requires revision of my existence,
I reign from your knee,
being everything you need,
sending sweet pea cupcakes,
to all my competition,
so I can keep my crown,
until the day I die.
We should start as we mean to go on,
so go ahead,
let me sleep in your head,
let me under your skin,
begin the best mistake you’ll ever make,
drink poison,
from my veins,
vainly staring at our love,
that supersedes everything we’ve ever seen,
because we are exceptional,
essential,
life changing love,
and I know that,
because you look at me,
like I’m your magical May Queen.
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