I have named you as my king
But there are those better than you
There are those wealthier
And there are those with a softer voice
But you are named as my king.
You, with your invisible jeweled crown of gold
And long burgundy velvet cape
And you, walking on a carpet of rose petals
With a fawning array of followers
You, with your air of stately grace
and wisdom of how to rule your kingdom.
Nobody sees you as I do, my king
Nor will they ever.
To them, you are flawed, frightening
A tyrant holding hostage a young maid
But your grip on me is gentle and caring.
I have named you as my king
But there are those stronger than you
There are those more affectionate
And there are those who pick flowers
But you are named as my king.
Your flaws have made you human in my eyes
And your flaws have proven you perfect
So let those who wear pseudo-perfection lie
In their own pity and their own loneliness
For you, in your imperfection, are perfect,
Y yo he nombrado Rey.
