I love my king but I also love you
as well. We can never let any know
of our love. We must purge ourselves
of this curse. I shall purge my own
heart and soul of the love for my
queen for if I do no such thing all
shall fall. Just know that I shall
love thee with all my being. I take
this sword with all of its grace and
purity. I run it through myself to
cure this curse of love. May the love
I have for you flow away just as the
blood does now. My our love no longer
threaten our land or our king. Yet
as I say these words and feel such
pain my heart still yearns for you
with my soul fading away. I can not
bare to be without even if it means
the fall of the king.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful write Jacob...reminds me of Lancelot and Guinevere...images are so beautiful...Fi 10+++