I play the jest for a reason that I may not fail.
For if I don’t, wrinkles will adorn on your forehead and that saddened face shall frail my heart and pale my face.
What good I’m I if I can’t keep the warm embrace of your golden smile on;
The one kings will ignore their knights and fight themselves for keeps?
And as your king, I will bow in the reasons of my jest, just to keep that golden smile always on.
Credit: Asford Psalms