I own none of the characters of 'King Arthur', although I wish Lancelot was
mine. :)
Love
Such a passionate word
It screams for you
To let it out.
For years I tried to keep it inside
For years it tried to get out
But what happens when it is released?
Love
Love is wild
Love is something I have never experienced before
Lust, yes.
But never love.
I have never laid eyes on one so beautiful
Water splashed over
Such a beautiful body.
As I looked upon her
Delicate bare breasts.
Why did I not say anything?
Now my friend
My right-hand man
Has followed her into the woods.
Friend.
Such a word lays bitter on my tongue.
I can almost hear their passionate cries
As there bodies become one.
As I sit here by my favorite tree
Pondering my wasted love.