Lancelot's Plea For Guinnevere
Of your skin of snow in radiant glow
Pleasures my heart in blissful flow
How it is such rosy kiss
In vexed occasion your skin in bliss
How your hand of caressed cloud
To be thy spouse my nature’s proud
You pristine hand I’ll hold forever
Or death it is, thy hand or never
Of your eye in sea’s blooming peace
I ought to see, my heart is pleased
That iris of yours is nature’s delight
Glows like stars in darkest night
Lips so scarlet so vivid so velvet
A thing I see when childhood’s met
How lucid it is so harmonious and serene
In autumn’s peace, a regarded pristine
Thy face I watched in eternal time
No woman would be yours would be prime
I ought the day to hold thy face
So silken so smooth of sapphire lace
How I sought that day to come
To eat with thee in nature’s plum
Pleasures my heart in blissful flow
How it is such rosy kiss
In vexed occasion your skin in bliss
How your hand of caressed cloud
To be thy spouse my nature’s proud
You pristine hand I’ll hold forever
Or death it is, thy hand or never
Of your eye in sea’s blooming peace
I ought to see, my heart is pleased
That iris of yours is nature’s delight
Glows like stars in darkest night
Lips so scarlet so vivid so velvet
A thing I see when childhood’s met
How lucid it is so harmonious and serene
In autumn’s peace, a regarded pristine
Thy face I watched in eternal time
No woman would be yours would be prime
I ought the day to hold thy face
So silken so smooth of sapphire lace
How I sought that day to come
To eat with thee in nature’s plum