Tag: prince

She adored the prince through and through.
Every day on his window-pane, she flew.
She sat and sang, songs so sweet.
She felt it was – what was meant to be.
Every day it made him happy,
It made him optimistic for the day.
Then one day, it was not enough.
She sang but failed to cheer him up.
There was no red rose he could get.
For his beautiful mistress!
He saw the white one and wished he was dead!
The nightingale was heartbroken.
That morning when prince awakened.
The bird had blood-fed the rose.
It was as red as could be.
The nightingale was no more.
The prince merrily plucked the rose.
A Rose to express his love,
Why? wasn’t love just enough?
Yes, life is not always fair…
True, not everyone cares!