The sun was high
The air was warm
The ground was soft
From where she sat
Down by the rosebush.
There was only one
Blooming bright and red and full
It looked so delicate and alone
And so was she from where she sat
Down by the rosebush.
Deep in the woods
The prince rode fast
His steed black as ash
He came to a stop when his eyes spotted her
Down by the rosebush.
He asked her of her name
To which she did not answer
She only smiled politely
And gave a small bow
Down by the rosebush.
He took his leave
When she would not speak
But something that never left his mind
Was the young girl who sat
Down by the rosebush.
He came by week after week
Trying to ask her of her name
But she only smiled and gave a bow
His visits never ceased to the girl who sat
Down by the rosebush.
He thought of her often
Of her hair the color of wheat
Her eyes the color of the dirt
Upon which she sat
Down by the rosebush.
She thought of him often
Of his hair black as night
And his eyes blue as the sea
But she kept silent and continued to sit
Down by the rosebush.
It had been three years
Of the prince visiting the girl
Of the girl smiling and bowing
And never moving from where she was
Down by the rosebush.
There came a day
Long down the road
When something happened
To the girl who sat
Down by the rosebush.
The prince rode by
On one of his visits
And saw the girl
Who was now laying
Down by the rosebush.
When he told her to wake
She did not stir
She did not smile
She did not bow
Down by the rosebush.
He dismounted his horse
And stroked her hair
He'd never again see
The brown eyes of the girl
Down by the rosebush.
He came back with a shovel
And dug a long hole
He kissed her softly
Saying he'd always love the girl
Down by the rosebush.
He buried her there
Where the sun was high
Where the air was warm
Where the ground was soft
Down by the rosebush.
From then on
The prince laid roses
Atop her grave
And he then became the man
Down by the rosebush.
He never left again
He stayed sitting on the ground
And after a long year
They met in another life
Down by the rosebush.
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Down By The Rosebush
PoetryHey guys! So this isn't a fanfiction of any sort. Shocker, right? I've been thinking of this idea for a long time, and finally got it written! I really hope you enjoy! Thanks for reading!!!
