I had the devil whispering “you’re longing for his lust.”
Yet, my heart ached louder to be honoured.
As much as I miss the sonance of his voice.
His undeniable magnetic ways with words.
I know there’s an Emperor even more enchanting.
I hope his voice to be bold, warm and sweet.
His words like magic and so is he.
It’s not easy to stop staring at a flame.
But darling, there’s no room for wavering in this type of certainty .