I wish I could articulate my exact notions of desire.Then again I would be a fool to assume a reciprocated feeling would be mine to own. How do I continue? As a ghost, half here and half else where? Haunted by the unknown and the could’ve beens. Or do I go ahead and conquer the opposing force that drives me towards defeat. I want to rise up into your arms and reign there. With you as my Lord and I as your Lady. But my journey has led me to a troubadour who plays my heart strings upon his Lute. And sings my praises in every land in which he travels. I am thankful for my simple saint and do not wish to herald his lyric untrue. So I shall abide with my gentle mate and do no more than dream of you.
Tremble oh heart and quiver with joy for who can serve more righteous? Than he who gives his name to you and speaks his love while gazing in thine eyes.
