My Camelot Poem by Robert Edgar Burns

You make me feel just like a teen,
Enthralled with his first love.
But only ten times stronger.
My head's in the clouds above.

You honor me with your presence.
How unworthy I know I am.
But even so feeling young again,
You make me feel good as a man!

My thoughts of you are as many,
As the beatings of my heart.
You are priceless above measure,
You are my princess and I stand guard.

On a galloping steed I'll sweep you away,
With my armor and my lance.
We'll ride off into the sunset,
To a castle in Britain or France.

You'll rule the round table of my soul,
Behind the great gate and the moat.
I'll be the General of your armies,
Spreading your fame to every coast.

I'll bring your love to all nations.
Your beauty shall bring you much fame.
The greatest honor I could ever receive,
Would be to be able to share your name.

If I ever meet up with Merlin,
Or retrieve the sword in the stone.
I'll still know the greatest thing I have done,
Was giving my heart to be your home.