Of this I do not dispute
5️⃣0️⃣0️⃣ and that’s the longest mute
Hear me hear me
I shan’t be ever that confused
As the night they threw down that flute
Do you recall it all now my one my DUKE
Henry I write this now to you.
Dearest Love;
Your vow you say is two zero two
What is this my love.
A combination to us. Our dove.
I don’t even want to rhyme this. So I stop.
Stop.
Stop.
Stop.
I lie here HQ. I lie here alone.
I’ve waited for you a thousand years.
Plus.
1000 years plus a sum.
God has kept every one of his promise.
I know I have not lost you.
I feel I’m caught up with this image.
His name is HARRY of Wales.
Now a bastard child of Sussex
With the most wretched of a wife.
You would have sliced this women in half
Your sword would have been more quick then your hand
Women or not my man, you know evil
But this husband of hers has want for me.
Why?
I hear you say I am beautiful.
And this I know again.
Oh how they hate me for this rare beauty.
They hate me for a look they never have.
Good.
Let this Harry choke on that.
Which I’m sure this poor boy does.
I laugh at any man to hide his love for me.
Step out if you’re a man.
Otherwise. You’re on now exactly for the duel.
Ahhhhhh. I see H8. The final. 2 zero 2.
I doubt this boy can name it. 🤷🏼♀️
Dare I spelled Knights wrong. 👍🏻
Vow. Forever 2 by 2. Amen. Amen.