You seem to be complete
The remote of your own happiness
The glory of your own success
The judge of your own beauty
The Queen of the King
The Princess of the Prince
The ruler of our own Castle
The commander of your materials
The lady of the moment
The majesty of your own Royal
The talk of the town
The price of the gold
The introducer of the most expensive fun

You step like Majesty
You walk like you walk on the red carpet
You move like a famous model on the ramp
You’ve got most of the materials you desired
Every lady wishes to be just like you
Not knowing that you are the poor of the poorest with love
The Queen of love
The lady with insufficient love
You are the source of the love drainer
The vacuum of love’s passion
You are the blower of love’s desire
The allergy of real men