Sir Lancelot Du Lac About Queen Guinevere Pendragon (Novelinee)

To me she came on one storm tossed night
with eyes shining bright like the morning dew,
she was dressed quite flimsily in white
stepped into my arms before I knew.
She kissed me and in bliss we did play,
we were smitten; it was much more than lust,
every day I must from her keep away;
my friend, companion, lord in me do trust
but when Guinevere smiles there is just us.

poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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