Queen Eleanor

what can i give you that you don't havei shake my head, I lower my gaze,one hundred roses, Egyptian sagea thousand words, an empty pageQueen Eleanor of Aquitaineobsidian hair in mornings' rainmy heart and thoughts wound round your eyesmy mouth an open field of sighs your fingers played your hair still wetyour face a dream I can't forgetyour fingers played your hair still wetbefore I begin I've lost the war a fantasy that cannot sleep...