We both are equalsIn one regard
Me habituated to wait for you
You accustomed to make me wait.
You as usual
Come late and say,"Sorry I have not seen you."
And me habituated of
Taking it to be true
And just another unforced error.
You have two familiar excuses,
Of work and of pain
And I can not say
"Do not work" or
"Ignore pain" love first.
But what can I do
I am the king of your heart
And you are the queen of mine
As a king I have to
Listen, believe,honour and care
Of my queen before myself.
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