It sits south of verdant mountain.
The trees are an eternal green,
Seemingly unaffected by seasons.
Time freezes around the vast kingdom.
Routines barely change from day to day,
But the people are thriving and satisfied.
However, she aimlessly wanders around.
Her castle smells strongly of ocean mist,
And the fringes of her gown leaves a trail of sand.
She rarely find motivation to clean,
And never asks for help,
So her white walls are covered with her work:
Paintings, poems, drawings, essays.
Though few appreciate the beauty,
The beauty of raw, unadulterated emotion.
Unfinished thoughts and forgotten music
Scatter the floors, almost elegantly.
Incomplete sketchbooks and unread books
Tower haphazardly down the halls.
Meanwhile, he has an air of lonely independence.
His castle lies in the center of all the planned chaos,
And his crown sits proudly upon his head.
He bounces around, always busy.
From piano, to trombone, to tuba, to singing,
He fills the kingdom with joyful song.
With his heart filled with compassion and consideration,
He cares for his people with the utmost care.
His thoughts, however, are an understandable enigma,
Unpredictable yet comprehensible.
His room displays numerous sculpture,
Models of ships never boarded.
They meet often enough.
However, she finds it too short.
The girl counts down
To every moment they could meet,
But it's not enough,
Never enough.
She craves more, but what?
His hands gracefully float,
Eliciting the most beautiful sounds,
But when it comes to her,
They're inflexible, frozen.
His hugs are soft,
But when they're alone,
Affection is unnatural, hard.
Despite it all,
She craves it,
Craves him
In the most innocent way.
She is selfish,
Yet she bottles it up
All for him,
All for her king.
