Believe thee not shame upon our love. <br />Believe thee not disgrace upon our kiss. <br />There is honor in our hearts endowed above. <br />There is nobility in our lips’ blessed bliss. <br />Remorse has no place in thy sacred breast. <br />Our bodies, as our hearts, were ordain, <br />To entwine, writhe, soothe, fall and crest, <br />Consummating love without beguiled refrain. <br />Allow thee not the crush of life by past mistakes. <br />Let not thy heart’s kindness cause our lives wreck. <br />Life is dream, too short for sorrows before the wake. <br />Let not thy vows be chains round thy precious neck. <br />Leave behind thy Arthurian torment for sake of time. <br />Thy body consecrated in my arms, be forever mine.<br /><br />Hal Caufield<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lancelot-to-guinevere/
