You, my beloved, dearest soul ever to touch a foot
on this hallowed earth upon which now I kneel,
It's but the memory of you, that fading recollection of
glorious moments past that join my aching heart to a
Wasted soul in an elusive hope that somehow, some
way, I might find relief from a descent into madness.
The parting of our ways was enjoined upon me by a
sickness that struck at a weakness we neither of us
Knew did lurk; and lurk and menace it did until, in full
and robust form, it burst forth fully conceived from an
Unsuspecting heart: your once pure and noble heart
fastened itself onto another, a soul whose neediness
Supplanted my own needs, those once attended to by
you; and so you drifted to him whose heart was, by
Urgent necessity, in peril lest you, the healer of those
forlorn, should fail to succor the weaker of us two.
Not unlike those lovers in Camelot, who would sooner
part company than rekindle a lambent love gone cold.