I am a king of the lands
on the palm of your hands.

Lands not made of dust and stones,
for these lands are flesh and bones.

It’s not made of dirt and sand—
it’s much shinier than gold.

In these lands, I am the richest king,
for I feel your warmth and kiss your skin.

I am immortal in this land,
so don’t let go of my hand,

for your bones are my home,
and your flesh and your skin
are where my kingdom lies—
and where my love never dims.