Far away He’ll go, I’m aware.
He desires nothing else but victory.
My divine masculine is nothing but kingly.
I yearn to show and tell,
how lovely his abundance appears.
In front of my mind’s eye,
so beautiful and luscious.
Only he can conquer his fate,
this minor battle shall
be his knight in shining armor.
So he glides to his magnificent
future full of glamour and shine.
He shan’t lose contact with my element
and shall breathe my moon.
He may play with his fire and
rise to the waves of this verse.
Only to vanquish those who wish him ill.
All that is in front of him, may he leap above
and come out second to none.
Give him his all so he may flourish,
make him stand taller than all
those who stand beside him.
He will stand apart even when with
because he is my divine masculine.
I grant him his king status
so that the ultimate gree
of this minor battle be his,
and he may return home with it.