He is King

its always a accident with you or you didnt mean it 
you know my heart when i gave it to you how i feel
you mean the world to me still my angel my rock nothing can
be wrong in the eyes of my husband my husband is pure and truth
he speaks loud and is outspoken he doesn't like people but can hold
a intelligent conversation he's sweet and a gentleman and a provider for his wife and 
family but loves god first hes the light in the sky when my days are blue
hes the hero at night when the enemy is near hes my cuddling teddy when im cold
strong arms and protector when im afraid besides god and our children i'm number 1 in his books
he walks this world as if its his own and hes the warrior of my throne i am his queen that came from his rib without a king's queen he has nothing but he is still a king

He is King

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