The King And I

And lastly, the king stands

With his heart in his hands

Oh what love is this lastly tonight?

For the arms of his heart are short

And tomorrow is my heart's being

How can we possibly exceed from this?

For I suffer acutely

From the dreaming in his eyes

For the clouds intimidate me so

Oh the years have passed contentiously

And the book of old is near

Sweet passion falls upon my praise

For the king sees me...

Behold the violent flutes in despair

As the music shatters this place,

Oh life's such a lovely embrace

My acute eyes have seen

And sharply the thunder breaks

For my heart is so serene

Untitled is the embrace that love gives

What a fairless pride this seems

To shatter one's heart

In love's suspense,

Oh what a dream it should be

One shall warm my flute in heart's repair

For this is indeed a great honor

The king and I,

Splendid are the doors in the sky

Oh shallow waters

Shall not break us apart

For the roses are aware of this love

Pretty is the distance

That requires youth,

For youth is within the heart

And its speech is grand within the king

There is no stone unturned...

And within the king, my heart speaks

We have a great tradition to uphold

For my dying eyes die of love

For love's speech

Is crystal clear--

For tomorrow is my heart's glory

And so is the king,

The king and I.