John's blog: "poems"

The lonely old king 
 sat alone on his throne. 
No comany did he keep, 
He just wrote many poems. 
Now you see my poor king, 
He was madly in love. 
With the princess who shone 
Like the stars up above. 
And he wrote day and night 
Just to keep his thoughts sane 
Writing to himself that he'd ease all her pain. 
And he'd treat her real well 
And make her nice things. 
And she'd laugh in delight, 
At the flowers he'd bring 
And he swore to leave throne 
And kingdom aside 
And give to her then 
The world they abide 
So he left on his quest 
And did many great deeds 
And his sword flashed the sky 
And his blood stained the seeds 
But he did what he sought 
He conquered the earth 
And give it to her then 
With a smile of mirth 
For the good king was dying 
But he didn't seem sad 
For a look at her face 
one last time made him glad 
And he kissed her with love 
Overflowing his heart 
And she lurched back then 
As if struck by dart 
It was then that she knew 
That she did love him too 
And she cried to the gods 
To ask what to do 
But nobody answered 
And then she knew fear 
She wanted him there 
She wanted him near 
And she kissed him with love 
And his wounds they then healed 
And they sat down together 
Two alone in a field 
They were together forever 
And were never apart 
And he read her the poems 
That came from his heart 
And she told him stories 
And helped him to learn 
That inside her soul 
A fire this burned 
And it was for him only 
Such a beautiful scene 
And he was her king 
And she was his queen