i used to think -
how disloyal,
and slovenly,
and unjust of you.

the great king loved you!

but i understand, now, what it's like,
to belong so totally with someone -
your arthur and
my sweetheart -
and to want someone so much that it makes your whole body hurt -
your lancelot and
my agony.

nine tenths of my heart is yours,
but the other part
is his through and through,
and it's going to be this way, always.

i may love you all i like but
i cannot escape him.