Poem for the Royalty

How poor a man am I
Who longs to hold thee here in thy arms
Who seeks for thee in the midst of darkness
To serve as a rhythm in thy moment of silence

Thy is a man who holds nothing
Not certainly someone who’ll make Aphrodite glance
treasures, I too do not yet have
But will strive hard to earn in stride
Only love for now I can say is what I sincerely can proffer

You are more than what I can ask for
You bring comfort to my weary soul
You provide solace in my own war
You bring radiance in my dark and gloomy sky

Nothing will ever give me satisfaction
Not power, fame or even countless possessions,
The world can offer me nothing good
Only you my love is the source of everything