TheAmbassadorOfRomanceInVenus's blog: "Thoughts"

Although I am half-asleep I can hear footsteps from the courtyard His heels click, click, click on the cobblestones My lover comes closer to my bedchamber My eyes are closed but I know it is he His step and walk are familiar to me That familiarity warms my soul The anticipation of his arrival fires my spirit My lover is an apparition of a warrior A bond forged in blood binds him in this earthly realm The Church would certainly cry out He is the darkness filled with misanthropy An incubus, an agent of death! But I beg, how can this be true? For a gentle Sir is he Please Bare no ill towards me Do not judge my folly too harshly For my desire's rage is a torrent storm And it know not of evil Nor of heresy I am a lady in waiting Promised to a suitor I have never met For I Isabelle, born of royal blood and privilege, cannot marry for love, but only for obligation Truly this is an irony For the simple milkmaid may choose her lover and husband She may fall in love and gaze into her lover's eyes But not I For I am a sparrow in a prison of splendor But do not pity me For I have not met a man gentle enough I would offer my body willingly So alas, I have never tasted love or tenderness The cold night entrapped my heart and Maddening solitude would scream at me when I lay my head down to rest That until my gentle Sir came to visit me During the time of the harvest last year He found my tears entangled among the thorns and thistles And felt my soul crying in its despair He caressed my dying spirit in his arms And sunlight was caste upon my dreams A nightingale of mercy is he I hear my bedchamber door open slowly and quietly I open my eyes for the briefest of moments Enough to see his silhouette standing in the doorway Candlelight dancing on the wall behind him I close my eyes and pretend to be asleep He walks across my bedroom and kneels before me. His face nears mine I can feel his sweet breath on my skin He softly kisses my eyelid, stands up and walks around to the other side of the bed I hear him removing his armor My bed moves slightly as he slips under my sheets He presses his body against mine and cups my breast with his strong hand Tonight! Tonight! The crescent moon runs across the sky I drink from a sea of passion Whirling and singing like a swan flying high in the evening air I am bathed in loves embrace and Tears of lust are painted in my eyes As morning cries out, I rise from my slumber and stand on the balcony He comes up from behind me and rested his chin on my shoulder Rapping his arms around me and taking my hands into his We look out over the ocean, not saying a word The cool spray against our faces We can hear the ocean breath and The foreboding roar of the angry tides warns us of the future dangers for our fragile, forbidden affair Suddenly the silence is shattered as the chambermaid knocks on my door I look down at my hand and emptiness laughs at me For he is now gone I breathe deeply now for I must face the misery of another day's solitude I often stare back at myself in the looking glass Seeing the vacuous darkness in my eyes And wonder… Have I succumbed to the madness in my heart? Perhaps so… Perhaps so