I have found my Camelot in your face.
Of Merlin's Magic, I have no need, nor desire;
As sweet as the Song of the Birds of Rhiannon;
as perfect as the whispered name...
Guinevere.

I have found my Camelot in your eyes.
Of Merlin's Magic, I have no need, nor desire;
As clear and bright as the Nightingale's lament,
as deep as the Sword Maiden's Reedy Mere.

I have found my Camelot in your arms.
Of Merlin's Magic, I have no need, nor desire;
As comforting as a mother's soft and loving embrace...
as warm as the Hearth-glow of a deep Mid-winter fire.

I have found my Camelot, as we lie entwined.
Of Merlin's Magic, I have no need, nor desire;
Your skin; as soft as the petals of a rose;
how can I resist, when, against me...
such delights conspire?

I have found my Camelot in our Love.
Of Merlin's Magic, I have no need, nor desire;
All I ever hoped or yearned for, is here with you
in our own Avalon; complete...
entire.