I'm thinking of home, A loving knight, Travelling the land With an end just in sight. She's wed to another, To the King that I serve. When he's away, My honour does swerve. She comes to my bed, With her long flowing hair. Then removes her soft gown, Which goes on a chair. We make love with passion, Though without a sound, Then heads for her bedroom While there's no one around. I now see the castle; The King is not here. Tonight she'll be mine, We'll have nothing to fear. © Graham August 2000

"I love the story of Sir Lancelot and Lady Guinevere....I have always found it romantic, even if it was forbidden.   And Graham has depicted the story wonderfully here. Imagine falling in love with your husband's friend....Although, I always see Lancelot as Richard Gere and King Arthur as Sean Connery!

For more of Graham's poetry, please visit him at Graham's Realm of Wonders."