The Holy Grail

Legend is not life

You were the knight in shining armor,
Coming to steal me away
From the cotton covered lair
That was my existence.
Spinsterhood looming about,
Arthurian legend unfolding.

You paid court to my mind,
Proclaimed my very thoughts before spoken.
A perfect match in a perfect world,
The gods willingly blessing this union
Damsel fair, hidden beauty unfolding.

In the sparkle of the Crystal Cave
Blinded by courtly speech
And well placed gesture,
I believed the fabled love you offered.
Only to find that it was merely The Quest
The Holy Grail, chaste and pure, that you sought
and upon drinking deeply from it
Like Lancelot with Fair Elaine,
You departed.