On a throne within my heart
the king among the kings resides.
No furniture is to be found
not a servant by his side.
The throne room holding by his will
as angels sing, as angels still
standing awe in full bloom praise
not dare to near him on this hill.
Warm light coming from his smile.
Long gone anger turns delight,
vanishes just on one glance
even in the darkest night.
How alone must he be
as angels sing, as his love see
In this solitude of heart
one side love he gives for free.
exactly what it means
to be alone, to be…
Picture thankfully taken from here