When I was lost in darkness you found me You shoot the moon put out the
sun Every time you look at me I know I must look away For fear of giving in to this growing pain
and want. That I feel in your touch, your looks, your words
The way you ride, the way you fight
Makes me feel things I could never feel with our king
We are more alike then you will ever know
And it is that likeness that will let use know
When his back is turned what we will do
I gave my body to him, but I give my soul I give to you
Lancelot du Lac