Opening Night


Tonight is the opening night
Of my show in your podium
And I play the protagonist!
Characters are mean and clean
I am the king of hearts from the deck of cards
Move in the way of hearts or diamonds
Or get crushed by clubs or spades.
Aces are all aligned to help their kings
While jokers are mocking the muddle.
You are my queen and I am in your heart
I rely on my instincts tonight,
Glory of the epic will be laid in your feet
And you can applause and cheer for me
While I prepare your heart oh! My queen!

Tonight is the opening night
Of my show in your podium
And I play the protagonist!
You inspire me to create my character
And bring it to life into thin air.
All the sidekicks are competing too
To find a way where they realize you.
But it’s my story and it’s my show.
Preparations are made and
Curtains will raise and open the show
I will be in the center stage, winning!
my show must win the laurels tonight,
when the day ends I shall walk to you
and propose, oh! My queen of hearts!

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if you and I were walking on a beach, you may prefer being mesmerized by the horizon while I choose to inspect introspectively the foot trails I leave behind!
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