Poetry ~ Three Kings

There were three kings who stole her heart
and left her broken in worlds apart.

The first king came at a youthful age 
and pulled her onto the lover’s stage.

The second king came to mend her heart
and offered her a brand new start.

The third king came from another time
and raptured her with words and rhyme.

And all she thought she knew of life
was torn from her heart with the
third king’s knife.

Now from her kingdom
her heart does rule, but
she no longer plays the
lover’s fool.

For in her kingdom
she is the Queen
and she hides her heart
where it can’t be seen.

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