Lady of Avalon and the Lady of the Lake...An allegorical story of love found

So I sit here with thoughts running through me mind, of a lost love, and now a new love found. In a white dress of ivory cream, long flowing to the ground, edged with delicate lace. She stands in a doorway, closed only to her. Oh to be loves release, to open that door of my heart, to awaken to a new day. Longings and yearnings of loves tryst of heartfelt promises yet to be kissed. She roams her land of Avalon, that mystical clime of Knights and Ladies, of actions of the moment to see her radiant smile.
Along a path she walks her feet bruised from course ground, bleeding and sore she walks the miles unaware of her feet bleeding on her lifes path. Avenues of Lime trees protect her as she walks, glancing once in a while backwards from whence she came. Bloodied footprints paint the uneven ground, she walks onwards. To a gate she approaches her hair windswept and unkempt. She has been searching this land for an age and a time. Seeking for solace, for a peace in her soul. To the gate she walks and soft grass beckons her. Her feet cut and bruised touch this gentle place and cool dewy grass caress her aching feet. Her ivory dress torn and dirty, a pale representation of how she looked an age ago. So she steps forward her feet refreshed. Birds sing melodious tunes of which trobadours try to imitate. She walks now with new purpose new resolve. This is a sacred place, the energy of this place is vibrant with magick. She feels at home here, at one with its solace. Music sweet music wafts on gentle zephyrs breeze alighting upon her ears. Follow the sound to its conclusion. Ahead an open vista. Open ground where waters freely flow beckon her onwards. On a grassy mound she rests, eyes beholding such a wondrous sight. For in the water a maid unaware of this strangers glance, swims in clear crystal waters. For an age she sits, absorbing the scene like some elegant tapestry created for her pleasure. The maid as fair can be spies the stranger sitting, watching, comtemplating, there is no fear in her soul for she is born of the woods and waters sacred peace. Standing her created nakedness she beckons to the one in the ivory dress. She accepts the call and disrobing of her self she walks to the waters edge. Taking her hand the fair maid of the water leads her slowly into crystal waters. Her body tingles with exuberant pleasure as the cool waters refresh absolve her soul. "I am the Lady of the Lake welcome to you my Lady of Avalon."