Unsung Love

captured and kept, I made her my own
I'm a knight with no quest, she's a queen with no throne

I took her away, she kept me at bay
she hid in my arms, I escaped in her gaze

I took all she had, and thus gave her mine
my lick traced her lips and ran down her spine

unsure, but sublime, we carried it through
a blissful encounter, with little ado

untill all that we knew, crashed down to a halt
as pain grew from love and fault within fault

A once flawless delight, now torn asunder
a mutated fling, now eight months under