My Queen

I lay my sword before you,
My armor, and my shield.
I let my lips touch, and listen,
To every word from you; I yield.

I will take every assassin's pierce.
Eat only the poison of your food.
Offer my head in the guillotine,
Just to give My Queen the good.

But what fate would it bring a Knave.
If you are looking for a king.
For the Jack of Spades is a just mere poet, see.
And there are four kings, each for a Queen.

and none for a knave like me...