Can I lay down in the pages of your poetry book and you cover me with your words? Let your verses be the blanket that shields me from the world’s harshness, wrapping me in the warmth of your metaphors and the comfort of your prose.

King, would you grant me the freedom to roam the beauty of your mind, to wander through the landscapes of your imagination? I yearn to learn how to write like you, to capture the essence of life in the delicate dance of words. Can I be your metaphors, the vivid imagery that paints your soul’s canvas?

Can I curl my soul around your fingers, feeling the pulse of your creativity as it flows from your hand to the page? My dear king, your thoughts are a sanctuary, a haven where I could lose myself for hours on end. Your words are more than ink on paper; they are the lifeblood of your being, a testament to the depth of your passion and the expanse of your love.

In the tender embrace of your poetry, I find not just a reflection of your soul, but a mirror to my own. Let us dance together in this symphony of syllables, where every line is a step closer to eternity. ❤️❤️❤️

©️ Beatriz Esmer