Do you want to a secret, my dear King?

Do you want to know a secret? There’s no one like you, that's true. Though our friendship's young and tender, I guard it like a jewel of dew. We've only spoken once or twice, And never met in person yet— But friendship doesn’t need parades To make its meaning fully set. Joy can come like fleeting glory, Stars that shimmer in a dream— That’s the feeling in my chest Whenever you just write to me. Today, though, is something greater: You're eighteen—it’s your grand debut! Now life unfolds its battlefield, And adulthood calls to you. I just want to say "Congratulations," Tell you all that's in my heart, And remind you that our friendship Is a rare and moving art. Outside, the morning sun is rising, Bathing castles in its light... There you stand in silent chambers, Crowning day with royal might. With the golden sun upon you, You're the king, I’m your vizier— Always just behind your shadow, I’d give my life without a fear. Let me say a word of thanks now— For no reason, just because There’s this bond that lives between us, (Though the miles stretch long and far.)