Love is like a King

Whose jester is your heart

He’ll ask you to sing

And promptly you will start

You’ll dance in his court

Whenever he desires

To him you’ll report

And fuel his burning fires

You’ll bend, leap and stretch

However he should choose

Then amongst all the letch

Are sure yourself to loose

Lost in the dance

Enjoying your own song

Reveling in the chance

That it’s not overlong

But mind that you remember

A King is paramount

For he can snuff the ember

And kill the jester’s bout