Let me mould an image of you, stand
You in the centre of my palace, apparelled
Like a true queen to complement colours
Of my dreams.
Let me whisper gently in your ears
Words crafted to wrap you in tenderness
Maybe you will come with me on my journey
One memorable moment through another,
Clueless where we might end up
As long as peace, love, respect and honour
Mean same things when we get there,
There will always be a master musician
To serenade us with hauntingly rousing tunes.