The cloths of heaven

He wished for the cloths of heaven,
as he was poor.
But he was rich too,
as he had a heart full of dreams befitting the kings.
He dreamt of holding you;
and you are befitting of a king's embrace.
He laid those dreams and wishes at your feet.
All he asked was to tread softly.

Little did he know
you were a queen yourself.
A queen doesn't tread softly.