The King’s Fool

At my round table you’re my left hand
my hidden blade
The ace that wins the lot

Is there desire in my love
I don’t doubt the existence
to be impossible

There’s a glimmer in
the afterthought I capture
for each moment I catch with you

the words from lips
I have never tasted still
echo so sweetly

Lover you should
have found me
When the moon was right

Since presently I am sat
3 steps far from you,
the proudest knight
in the room

Could not bear a glimpse away from
The most daring love
I ever knew.