Soft Whispers From The Past To My King (Anne Boleyn)

Oh, my love, let not that wait of time be in vain  
I, Anna Boleyn's give thy Sir sunshine and the greatness upon his throne, his reign    
To be the dreams of his slumber before the morn    
My face upon soft kisses to my cheeks moments adorn    
I am the future Queen consort      
My whispers of prominence my forthright in France treaties resort      
     
The sedative sway of my hips    
The empty bed my scent adrift    
Betrothal unto another my bed he prowls, my skin his lips reminisce    
Masquerading silhouette held the fixation of your eyes      
Your royal promises departing away from the church, fallen branches under your command    
The softness of my supple skin, refused not of any man    

Marry me, my love let us be of aristocrat as the castle hear songs resonating our sheets    
Heirs, I will bring you, of our entwined in the moans of a liaison greet    
The Catholic theology knows there is no greater love    
Parting of the sparrow for a King that once was    
Take my hand and covet unto my breasts    
Crown my head with flowers of Heather and baby breaths    
My name may will forever ring across the fertile the land of tutor dynasty    
Silken coated my skin of royal finestry    
      
     
I will be delving into Anne Boleyn's brief reign as Queen of England from 1533 to 1536, as the second wife of King Henry VIII.      
I find her story fascinating, during the Tudor dynasty reign. Seen through her eyes, told from her heart's perspective.