To one who is lost

For a person, I lost stupidly! Feel free to add, its for anyone who wants what they can't have!

If all things were at my own behest,
And pondering thoughts, Did desires get.

Then you would be beside me love,
And would never leave my arms.

If all things were at my own behest,
Your heart would beat against my chest

Then you would be my one desire,
my life, my gold, my only fire.

If all things were at my own behest,
I would now treat you as nothing less:

My Queen, my love, my only treasure,
To be be mine, my heart, my only pleasure.

The End

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