There was no-one like him. I’d lived in a world of black and white, and he was the only one in color.
… but then again …
There’ll be NO one like him. Into the mystery I slide. I’m hoping he’ll keep it all uncovered.
… or …
There is one last king preparing himself for ME somewhere out there in this realm.
Admittedly, I won’t be an easy catch. If and when he either does or doesn’t show up, he’ll be a TRUE “alpha man” to the core, who will easily win the privilege and HONOR of taking and RULING my heart and seeing “all of me“.
But wait, Cat! Didn’t you just say you won’t be an easy catch? That seems so contradictory!
Correct! I won’t be an easy catch. But you see, if “he” is who he’ll need to be to even capture my attention in the first place, it will be easy for him to catch me. It’ll be a cosmic clash of two titans on Earth, and that’s just the way it’s gonna be! I will only do this one more time, by the way, so if I do, he’ll be playing for keeps.
This is me speaking into the Cosmos that I’m open to what and “if” is or is NOT meant to be. It’s called “Queen-Speak“.