Three Queens

There are three queens that live with me,
Two are felines, and the third is honey.
Amber, the human, is the queen of hearts,
The other two are queens of spayeds, missing certain parts.

Living with a joker, though she calls me her king,
Amber fills me up with songs and makes me want to sing.
Silly song or a serious song, my ballads still come forth,
And show my precious Amber Queen exactly what she's worth.

I love my queen with all my heart, even every the crumb,
Because she makes me feel greater than my parts's sum.
And I hope that she loves me just as much as that,
For I'd rather spend my time with her than any torti cat.