In Praise

‘For a thousand years, or so it seems,
you have been the vision of my dreams.
But now we have met I ache within,
and I cannot believe such desire a sin.
  • In-Praise
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Only yesterday for the very first time,
I dared to think I could make you mine.
You went to bathe in a swift, cold stream,
That moment brought to life my dream.
Desire becomes now so severe
It may drive a wedge between us, dear.
Is it true you may be Queen,
before All Saints or Halloween?
Chivalrous men it is said, are prone,
To hopeless loves, and to die alone.
I have no wish their fate to share
To become a famous but tragic pair.
So now, tomorrow, before you are Queen,
Give me your love, fulfil that dream.
So now, tomorrow, before you are Queen,
Give me your love, fulfil that dream.’

The most dangerous woman in the world

The Treasure of Trencavel