Burning Papers-love poems

My Kingdom's glow

I’m  giving you options so choose,

Between burning  my books,

Or living in my poetry,

As there is no middle space between heavens and hell,

Choose with all your wisdom,

and inhabit my grateful kingdom,

Where the skies are purple,

The rainbows are immortal,

Honourable soldiers are protecting my gates,

One is a pen and the other is a paper,

Paint with all colours, and formulate our fates,

Taste heavens with your flavour,

I’ll hand you all my glorious thrones,

I’ll tear my heart from its bones,

Hand it to you on golden plates,

To watch you walk into my gates,

But I was never born to be a soldier,

For a Queen of another throne,

So choose and I’ll handle my composure,

As I’m a king who builds alone,

I’ve lived in heavens and I know;

How to allow innocent birds grow,

Before I watch them go,

Stealing my kingdom’s glow.