In the whirl of the court, he stands alone
His breathing heavy, his heart flesh not stone
Among the marksmen of power and gold
He searches for a warmth, that cannot be sold
With bullion at his side, and a demure parade
He longs for a touch, that just won't ever fade
A kingdom for a house, where love is the key
Where hearts are the currency, and souls are set free
Amidst the gouge of power, he seeks a true proposition
A leap of faith, towards love without condition
In the hat of his dreams, he finds this grace
With ink-stained smiles, an enchanted space
He longs to furbish, their bond with care
To find solace, in the beautiful connection they share
With footmen at his beck and call, and the courtly livery at hand
He dreams of a life, where requited love's the only demand
A kingdom for a house, where love is the key
Where hearts are the currency, and souls are set free
Amidst the cotton-soft whispers, he craves that pleasure
A journey beyond the crisscross, of courtly pressure
In an abrupt twist, he finds his coin of fate
A connection that's true, not bound by royal estate
With livery laid aside, and packing his heart with love's delight
He finds his true hope, basking under the moon's gentle light
A kingdom for a house, where love is the key
Where hearts are the currency, and souls are set free
It's a pleasure to gaze, now he finds his true reign
A love that's everlasting, amidst life's journeys of joy and pain
And they lived happily ever after