through the eyes of the King
Louise, that gentle sweet tender love.
Innocent, so naive, so trusting,
I loved her with a passion that
Enflamed my very soul.
She was Heaven divine to me.
Holy, Sacred, Pure, Chaste.
No other lover has ever known
The Flower of the Universe,
Louise de la Valliere.
She gave me total trust,
Devotion, Loyalty, Purity.
Her piety tore her away from me.
She felt guilt, shame, remorse
For the Love that bore me
Four loving souls undefiled.
How could she be so insecure?
Display so many fears to
Run away to the Convent.
I implored her to stay.
She cried soulfully, praying tearfully,
But she returned to me.
All the while Athenais, wantonly desirable,
Worked her many charms, desperate,
Fed me witches potions to snare me,
Screamed, tormented by my
Deep Love for my Innocent Louise.
I was torn between the two women
One who was half demon, half witch,
The other, pure angel, divine love.
Each bore my children, given to
The faithful and true Francois
Whose Love made them holy and divine.
The demon wrestled me away
From Purity because Innocence soon learned
That she could no longer feign Love
When her ardor and longing had cooled.
My sweet innocent Louise repented her sin,
Entered a Carmelite nunnery to pray,
Atoning for her years of love with me,
Turning against our children, spurning me.
I cried inside, nobody knew, I loved her so.
Athenais made me forget the sin, the fragile love,
With her passionate, wanton caresses.
She aroused me like no other lover.
I succumbed to her deep, sensual desire for me.
I let her tongue soothe my deepest need,
Her hands stroking and soothing my brow.
Her breasts pressed onto my chest.
Her mouth pressed upon mine as she
Thrust her tongue into mine, I held her close.
We became as one. I turned upon her .
Louise was gone. Athenais has won.
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