Burning Papers-love poems

My Golden Doors

My Golden Doors

Let me, hear you whisper behind my golden doors,

A platinum hallway, decorated with blue rainbows,

An Elongated journey, your King is still waiting,

His throne life and fate, your King is still painting.

“Let me, hear you whisper behind my golden doors,

Welcome to a faithful empire, where we formulate laws,

Let me, hear you whisper behind my golden doors,

Embrace the keys to my heart, they are all yours”.

Your king held a promise that his heart keeps,

The one who’d guard you, the one who never sleeps,

Let me, be your King, your soldier, and your knight,

A man you’d call onto through the dark night.

“ Let me, hear you whisper behind my golden doors,

Welcome to a faithful empire, where we formulate laws,

Let me, hear you whisper behind my golden doors,

Embrace the keys to my heart, they are all yours.”