Every expression I make towards you is poetry.
Everything I've ever felt for you was poetry.
Don't you know that you're always reading my poems?
Have you not noticed my beauty— even once?
Were you really never stunned by me?
Impossible.
I shined so brightly for you.
But I was only ever the moon in your eyes (—the sun— remember?).
I stood before you— powerful.
It was a meeting of two equals— two goddesses— two lovers— two beings—
But I was wrong.
And you were weak.
Bow down before your queen.