Be you Guinevere, Helen, or Iseult?

No, their beauty is all but forgotten

They are but phantoms and here remains you

You are what you are and nobody else can be

Reluctant indulgence, and a meek little flame

Yet your heart unbridled, impossible to tame

You yearn for adventure to fulfill yourself

Seeking loves tenure you still long to be free

You are wild at heart, with nowhere to go

You are the director and this is your show

Soft is your flesh, tender your heart

Your suitors won't get a fair start

You have all the answers as you wrote the test Yet you have forgotten all the questions

Love is love and that's what you can say

You know that you'll never be complete

Until at least an attempt is met with defeat

I struggle to set you free in my mind But you set off long ago and left me behind

You've earned the titles seldom bestown

I cheer your departure and grieve my own

A thousand life times I've known you

I would still ask for a thousand more

I hope that you will soar and leave us behind

If you need shelter you'll never be denied

Do not be that which is expected

No, instead be that which you're destined