The heartbeat of a slave

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Heavy in her chest,  beating in sequence
The fury in her mind reading a million reasons

The heartbeat of a king
But her soul is long
On a ship sailing across the sea

In her nous is a long escapade,
A deadly attempt,
emotionally attached with a French slave

Could it be lust,
The flawless queen frails,
In the absence of her distant soul mate

Beyond words could explain,
And more than the mouth would say,
Her royal majesty lifeless without the sight of a slave

Love as they say,
is the mother of all battles,
Could this be another cinco de Mayo

Would love prevail
Or zaragoza be hailed king
As it has been in the book of times