the Knight

There she Stands
Magnificent, yet unaware
Of my yearning, my devotion

Silhouetted
Frames by a setting sun
Graceful body, shadowed in her gown

Without Knowing
She commands my feeble efforts
Intended, hopeful, to fall within her gaze

In her name
I would dare deeds so bold
Slaying dragons and armored foe

For her smile
I would risk my life and limb
So no harm might befall hers

And even death
I would embrace most gladly
If that be the cost of her kiss

My Guinevere
Destines am I to be a lowly knight
Not an Arthur, nor a bold Lancelot

For propriety
Denies my hand the touch of skin
Fate, denies the warmth of caress

Here I stand
Miserable in my devotion
Presumptuous in my desire

There she stands
magnificent, yet unaware
Of my sadness, of my pain