Guenevere and Lancelot – Sonnets

By Munda

 

My Love, Lancelot

 

My Knight thou art my love, my life, my sin,

Thy love a guiding light, the brightest star,

Ethereal thy touch, like Angel’s wing,

Thy fiery glance, embracement from afar.

This heart is thine forever and a day,

Thou holds upon thy hand my fragile soul,

My being trembling of delight each day,

For thee, my kindred spirit, passion sole.

Oh Lancelot, thou sets my heart afire,

But what, I ask, mine heart bereft of thee?

A cold and lonely dungeon; chained my fire!

As Neptune who cannot return to sea.

I yearn to drink thy cup of Love divine,

And pray the day to come thou steals what’s thine.

 

~ Guenevere

 

My Lady Dear

 

My Lady Guenevere, my love thou art,

Thy love, in darkest night, a beacon bright,

Thou sets my soul afire, all notion parts,

Thy glance beyond ethereal delight.

Thy touch alights my darkest gloomy night,

Alike to Dragon’s breath my passions burn,

No quest, no grail can keep away thy Knight,

For thee, my Love, from Death I shall return.

My solemn vow for now and evermore:

My heart, my soul, my life belongs to thee,

Beyond the end of time and Heaven’s door,

My love thou art for all eternity.

I yearn to drink thy cup of Love divine,

And pray the day to come thou claims what’s thine.

 

~ Lancelot

 

© Copyright Munda 2000

 

 

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