Love Letters - 0014

Guenièvre,

You do not grasp how deeply I care, so I will draw upon my meager peasant's education to recite intensity where my actions have confounded. I recognize I have earned my philandering reputation in your eyes, but where else can one innocuously indulge prohibitive desire in plain sight?

Your face haunts me throughout the waking hours, and I protest now especially as that gentle visage has slipped into dreams. My sole respite from that comforting smile and those sparkling eyes was in slumber; I am dismayed even that is now violated, like a drowning wretch unable to see anyone else. The unadulterated affection I feel for you is astounding, as if I never knew I were capable of such warmth. My adrenaline takes flight when musing on a subject known to me of your intrigue, and all I long for is the precious gift of your soothing voice.

When I witness Arthur wrong you, the rage that bubbles inside of me is akin to that of a vicious mutt ready to burst. Though I recognize your eyes no longer shine with the same vivacity as in your season of dreams, I find their weathering at his ungrateful hands just as beautiful.

How much my soul aches when I think of you is something of the highest humanities I finally understand. I cannot help the way my long-held passion has unmade me. Unwittingly brewed under the pressure of burial, the toxins have escaped into the air, poisoning us all. You have my most sincere contrition for being the target to carry the burden of my unsolicited affections.

I resign myself to the quiet acceptance of the unrequited, until even the clerics feel shame for their ineffectually rendered frequent service.

I will be at my post, as I am always.