The Lady Of The Lake-Short Love Story

 The Lady Of  The Lake

Do you remember Sylvie, the day by the lake? Do you recall my love 

how the water sparkled and shone, the way the trees lined the 

further banks and painted the middle distance golden green. Can you 

see in your mind the blue sky, ah that heavenly ceiling, the colour 

of your eyes, stretched above us away to infinity.

There you were my darling, bronzed and beautiful stood before me in 

naked splendour, the glow of sunshine captured by your skin and the 

gleam of your hair, like liquid gold spreading across your gilded 

shoulders, a cape about your upper body skimming your splendid 

breasts and teasing the male in me beyond all that is reasonable.

Ah yes, my sweet and then the feel of grass against our bodies, the 

sun warm on our backs and the gentle tickle of the winsome breeze 

against our skin. I took you then, the first time, the blessed 

initiation and you came to me completely.

Today, in this grey place, with the lighting harsh and unforgiving, 

the stark whiteness of the sheets an assault upon my vision I see 

you. The knots in your fingers insult my eyes and the stiffness in 

your joints, my dearest Sylvie hurt my heart. I see the glint of 

silver in your thinning hair and I see that your eyes have left the 

sunshine and look to me from a rainy day. To me, my only love you 

are, and will always be, the girl beside the shimmering water, the 

sun-kissed maiden in the flower blessed meadow and now as I prepare 

for you to leave me I remember you Sylvie, as you were the day 

beside the lake.