My Lady

My lady in waiting, is my true love of heart, She loves my moves, while my kisses she desires. With her kiss in return, turns my passion into fires Her eyes do smile; each time it comes, we must part. She and I cannot wait, for our revisit to start. Our love is sung by so many relevant choirs. As the jesters dance so; heavenly playing upon lyres, While the kings artists, prepare us in immortal art. My lover holds my hand and my soul is in bliss. We dance to our music, while the fairies chant. She looks in my eyes, desiring one more kiss. No one seeks to destroy, our love in any rant. For the success of this ardor, could not ever miss. Our hearts locked, bonded, as we both pant.