At Your Feet.......
Where art thou tonight my love?
What is it that you do?
It's true my heart is torn apart
When I'm not with you.
What enchanted thoughts swim through your head?
Are any of them of me?
When, my dear, you go to bed
Is it my face you see?
Who is honored with your presence now?
And do they even care?
The thought of you not being admired
Fills me with despair.
Do they appreciate your lovliness?
Do they marvel at your splendor?
Do they love to hear your velvet voice?
And do they adore your smile so tender?
If they do not
Then they are all fools
and had you been with me
Every day, my love, you'd be a king
because that's what you are to me.
I'm at your feet
and I come with gifts
my body, heart, and soul.
They're yours to do with as you please
to command and control.
I give myself with all my heart
I'm yours for all of time
Your slave, your queen, your anything
only say you are mynz.
-Gigi
