Gypsy Girl and a Prince

There SHE was

Fluttering through the meadows, butterflies envying her

Singing in the rain, larks cooing along her tune

Gliding through by the rivers and lakes, which stop by to gaze her beauty

Young and wild, there she was the gypsy girl

There SHE is

Walking the city streets, attired folk stop by and eavesdrop her tune

Humming her gentle tune, asks she from passers by; “Fresh Fruit anyone?”

Cheerful smiles hiding her broken heart, holds her cents close to her bosom

Sun sets even in paradise and she walks back to the meadows and valleys she belongs

There HE was

The silent admirer, following her discreetly in padded paws

Picking up the pieces of her broken heart, dreaming of ways to put it back together

Flows around her like a dreamy river, longing her silky hair in his hands

Fighting the demons, eyeing the cheerful soul

There HE is

Humming tunes beautiful, birds chirping away

Does she hear? Or does she not? he wonders

The protector, lover, fighter above all, a silent admirer

The setting sun drives him back, back to the mansion guarded by wrought iron gates

There THEY are

Two rivers that aren’t meant to meet

Two songs that aren’t sung tonight

Two sides of a coin

Meant to be, yet not meant to be 

Gypsy Girl and a Prince
Minna