on his royal apparel

Thinking of majesty today. A week before the great day of love and thinking of majesty. Be in the same room as majesty, and your stomach finds new lower layers of pitting. Automatic. Happens with those of importance, you think it doesn't happen before kings? Ground not low enough to place self before majesty, and so then what do you do on sidewalks of gold? Heart hurts in gratefulness, and the jewelry doesn't come off fast enough. Liable that very first moment to lose it all, and what then for eternity? Even related to the majestic, I can't believe the glory wears off. Still there glancing after fallen shinery, still thinking of majesty.