The Queen of Camelot

Soft the caress within love's tender kiss and times perfumed gaze.. Gathering centuries as bouquets; beauty in petals to mark this page Splashed aneath colours atop their still frames; thresholds she waits Ushering her dreams beyound the gate; crashing waves and a heart Engraved these moments standing quiet no more; destiny's shores Wiping tears from her eyes shall not they cry; joy, yet never sorrow Ever again love's beautiful ballerina, whom bled one summers day ? Leaving this lifes stage for a much better place; soft the lights caress Perfumed these still frames; gathering her silent centuries in bouquets.