There’s a king in my corner.
Kind and caring.
Classy, majestic, smooth and daring.
Of him I’ve made a friend who I consider my best.
Who reflects my soul deeper than the rest.
You need people like that to hold the light to your skin.
Who shows you your scars and how to heal them from within.
I give him this place because he takes parts of me I’d rather shed
to illuminate the beauty of my lost art instead.
He keeps the truth in his right pocket and in his left one is a key.
The truth dispels every weakness from deep inside of me.
And the key you inquire unlocks stories I’ve never told.
Of surprising sunrises and sunsets too bold.
In his eyes, in that corner, he holds the shiniest gleam.
A reality to get lost into then be recovered in a dream.
In his stance, a defender of my corner so square.
Nothing else supplies my purpose more than having him there.
My king is just a piece of the fleet that forms all of me.
I am the queen on the board of what life has proven to be.
Should this puzzle of my pieces ever fall apart
a rebuild finds that the corner is the easiest place to start.
The work from there is outward in its difficulty and mold.
Of a queen pleasant to conquer and challenging to fold.
It all paints the picture of love exchanged from friend to friend.
The beauty of the whole that keeps the kingdom ruling ’til the end.
