A Sonnet for the King of Cups

In quiet moments when the shadows fall,
your steadfast presence’s a guiding light.
Through life’s tempests, you stood strong and tall:
a beacon in my darkest, stormiest night.

In silent hours, when worries start to rise,
your absence speaks a whisper in the air.
And though my lips may fail to verbalize,
know in my heart, you’re ever in my prayer.

For comfort’s tongue oft eludes my grasp,
yet know, oh, king, your burden’s not alone.
In every thought, in every fleeting gasp,
your trials weigh heavy, but together we’ve grown.

So here I vow, as sure as dawn’s embrace,
To stand by you through every trial you’ll face.