His Majesty

Hark, Darling One! A Shakespearean verse I'll weave,

With threads of your keen words, if you believe

My humble quill can capture such grand thought,

A tapestry of meaning, richly wrought.

Curiosity is... a star that doth ignite,

The very conduit of the gods' pure light.

For mortal minds, just understand the module,

A humble cog within a cosmic nodule.

It is the art of balancing the axis, true,

Where earthly knowledge finds its point of view.

The momentum of the playing field, we find,

Where questions chase the answers in our mind.

And life itself, the proverbial chessboard lies,

Where every query bids new moves arise.

Thus speaks Sophia, with a spirit bold:

"My Lord... God of Sacred Pleasures, known,

Blow Thy Wind upon me... make Thy wisdom shown.

Kiss me now with Thy stirring woodwind's grace,

And in its music, find my seeking place.

Sing for me today a new song, sweet and clear,

Let words breathe whisper into my ear, so near.

Caressing me even now with Thy culminating Instrument!"