He would send across the seas for the finest
Of silks to cover you.

From the mountains would come the purest
Of gold to be forged for you.

From the meadows would come the prettiest
Of flowers to surround you.

And from the far North would come the best
Furs to warm you.

The South would bring its freshest of fruits
To sustain you.

From the West would come the purest of wines
To cool you.

And at the end of your day, from the East
Would come the rarest of oils and herbs to bathe you.

For if he were king, You would be Queen
And no request would go unanswered.