She was always known as the Rose Princess
Secret sparkle roses glisten on her dress
Proved by her garden full of those flowers
Left in colorful rose petal showers
The Rose Prince favorited the light colored buds to adorn
On his silver dipped blossoms there was never a thorn
Two large golden roses painted on his bedroom doors
His help talked about how everyday there were more and more
One afternoon, the sun hanging bright above
A glance at the Prince and the Princess was in love
The Rose Prince sought out to find her best roses on the land
The Prince was stunned at how the gardens were ever so grand
The Princess's charm was an elegant art form
The Prince was oblivious which was the norm
The Rose Princess would dwell for hours on end
Only to be told she was an exceptional friend
The Rose Princess stood devastated as his car drove away
They would have made a perfect couple she heard most say
Their names alone stated they were somehow meant to be
Sadly that was something the Rose Prince could never see
About the Creator
S.Elizabeth
I love creating the stories, feelings, imagines in my mind in a way that I can also create them in another's. That being said, I mostly write for myself. Please enjoy a usually privately kept space of my cranium. :)
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