Empress of my heart
I go through the seasons surrounding empire
To come to the foot of your throne
Encased in the armour of loving desire
To the throne room I come all alone
No fear that the forces arrayed in the stars
Can ever restrain my desire
The swirling projection of Venus and Mars
Brings substance to whim of the fire
To lead all your force to success in the field
Of rampantly satisfied rapture
The whisper of sound as I easily kneel
In the throne room in which was my capture
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