Shadows and Secrets: Lancelot & Guinevere

In shadows cast by tapestries, where knights still dream, Two souls entwined, a furtive touch, a stolen gleam. Guinevere, her crown a distant, gilded lie, Finds solace in the depths of Lancelot's sapphire eye.

His hand, a whispered prayer on ivory skin, A tremor runs, a secret shared within. No gilded cage nor oath of fealty can bind, This love, a wild rose blooming in the mind.

The parchment sighs, a chronicle of ages past, Where tales of valor whisper, shadows cast. But here, in hushed defiance, hearts take flight, A stolen moment bathed in moonlit night.

The touch, a feather's brush on sunlit snow, A flicker, then a swift retreat, they know The price of passion, thorns beneath the bloom, Yet in that fleeting grasp, they find their moonlit room.

So let the whispers sting, the whispers fade, In stolen glances, love's own song is played. For in this shadowed corner, time suspends, Lancelot and Guinevere, where love transcends.