Love nest

money be all mine, it matters not to my queen, as time ceaselessly falls, shaking even the so called men of steel, the sky seems a bit sick dese days, always falling, my queen I knw holds d antidote, this I knw as stars permanently reside in her eyes, and my brains too whence I stare at her, the world does not understand our tango, best still as your brilliance befuddles even d gods of Olympus, shine forth my queen as I keep fort, me your servant,humbly I place my lips on royalty, oh! Such pleasure tha