My beloved queen, let us live and love without fears,
And though our doubts turn to our tears,
Let us not lean on them. Weakness is hurt
With our strengths measure by curt,
Like the purgatory of lost love
We’ll ever-passionately rove.
If all would pays the price of royalty like me,
Then we can all tame the shrew like Queen Bee;
A heart deeply in love cannot cheat,
Only if they throw up the feat.
But faithfulness weaken her pride,
And beside me stand my bride.
When that time come we only think about our kids,
Let not our verve be dissuade with gossip lids,
But let our dinner door open for all the faithful couples.
And watch our kids with others playing ripples;
And Queen Beloved, become their godmother,
And without them, our royalty wither