He stood by the river, in pale moonlight;
Gazing ahead, into the woods, shadowed by the night.
Unaware, of everything, everything but the rose;
That grew silently, each petal striking an elegant pose.
Was it a puzzle? Was it a clue? Or was it, finally, a dream coming true?
So rich in red, what could it mean?
Unanswered till….
The moon revealed his queen.
Beautiful poem. So simply put but at the same time so vividly portraying the prince’s longing and love. The drawing is fantastic too!!
Wow that was really good, simple yet expressing so many thoughts. Good job!
Excellent poem….clear and yearning…
Painting is awesome.
Well written poem.