Miley’s Protector
In gilded halls where chandeliers gleam,
Miley reigns like a queen in a dream.
Her diamonds sparkle, her silks caress,
Yet loneliness lingers beneath her success.
Her wealth is vast, her power supreme,
But shadows creep in her midnight scheme.
A heart that yearns for something more,
A shield, a sword, a love to adore.
Then comes a man with hands worn bare,
No riches to boast, no jewels to wear.
His gaze is steady, his spirit strong,
A melody fierce in a world gone wrong.
He stands as stone, unshaken, bold,
Though pockets are empty, his heart is gold.
Through storms of peril, he’ll guard her life,
A warrior’s heart, free from strife.
Miley learns what riches can’t buy,
A steadfast soul who won’t say goodbye.
Together they walk, through fire and rain,
A bond unbroken, beyond the mundane.
For strength is not in coins or land,
But in the grip of a loyal hand.
And Miley, the queen of a glittering throne,
Finds her true treasure in love alone.
