rose, wind, prince
Deep in the woods, lives a rose
Who sends her sweet naive aroma
To a spring breeze
Which says it can help her reach the prince
Who's been swaying her dreams recently
As her essence clings to its airy wings
Her young heart beats furiously
Millions of what-ifs fill her head simultaneously
What if my scent fades along the journey?
What if other flowers get to him before me?
What if my prince gets lost in the woods?
Hot, heavy wind returns
Still no update
She can't help but feel forlorn
Wind reassures "He will come, hon, just a little late"
So she gets her hopes on high
And waits
Chilly wind finally arrives
Still no glad tidings
Her heart sinks, her thoughts race
What if his parents disagree?
What if he changes his mind?
What if he trips and falls on another girl's bed?
Wind insists
"He will come, wait and see"
Bitter-cold wind brings along with it
Loads of piercing snow
And heaps of nothing
It just keeps taking, and taking
Her heart keeps breaking, and breaking
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rose, wind, prince
Poetrygullible flower, sly wind, clueless prince living in a world where flowers need to give consent before a wind can carry their scents
