I felt its fingers befor I saw its smile.
It tugged me gently out of my slumber smiled and embraced me.
Clothed in a clowed so white man has never known.
A rainbow about its feet and golden crown upon his head.
Silent yet full of power he stood his own.
I looked away and Love still reached his hand to me and said
Come with me
I shall never leave
Hold me close
I'll be here the most
Listen to my heart
I have been here from your start
Though my heart long for false truth Love has never ceased to keep my youth.
Briana Knight
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-king-32/
