Words say it better

Sweet Flower

She walked down the muddy track
Towards the river.
She listened to the whistle
Of the wind
And to the chirping of birds,
As she continued to move
Down the narrow pathway.

She sat down and stared
At the pure white flowers
Which covered both sides
Of the river banks.
She plucked one and held it
Carefully between her fingers.

She smiled as she felt his hand
On her shoulder,
She looked up and blushed.
He sat down beside her and
Whispered loving words to her.

He placed his hand over hers
And said how much the flower
Looked like her,
Just as sweet and pure,
She was the sweetest of them all,
Such a sweet flower to her prince,
One which no one dared touch,
One which was respected and admired,
One which was pure just like white snow,
One which was protected by the knight himself,
One which was always loved.

She was her prince's sweet flower.