King of my notebook
"Here take my hands and I'll crown you the king of my notebook. No no no no no, don't underestimate this offer for when I say 'notebook' it's not lesser than the bridge to my heart. You can go on and be the devil wreaking havoc on the world but here in my poems you'll remain the Angel who graced a peasant girl like me with a divine smile. Your soul could go ahead and melt into evil but here in my proses you'll stay the noble knight until the end of time. It'll be roses laid down at your feet when you've only slayed the kind in you, it'll be hymns for your pleasure when you no longer abide in what is true.
So, what do you say? Want me to crown you?"