
This carnation will grow, and it shall flourish. And on that day I can promise you, our love will have prospered, too.
Rated: Fiction K - English - Romance/Angst - Words: 400 - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 2 - Published: 03-25-09 - Status: Complete - id: 2651501
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A/N: It's like a short story/poem thing I guess.... I'm not sure. I couldn't sleep so I ended up writing this. Make what you want of it, I think the meaning is pretty clear.
Pink Carnation
The sun comes up
A windswept cherry on the horizon
The light spreads across the land
Revealing a young maiden with a familiar face
Relaxing on a simple, wooden swinging bench
She clutches a carnation
As pink as the sky with the rising sun
And she watches the bend in the dirt road
With green eyes set by determination
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A soft snowflake galloped around the bend
A man on a gallant ashen steed
His hair was dark, and his skin was smooth
The girl rose from her rocking seat
To greet him with a smile
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"Sir," she said, "You are my prince.
For my Godmother had told me that one day
A man would amble around the bend
He will have eyes that shine like stars,
As yours do, Sir. We are meant for each other."
She bowed low to him
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"Lady," he replied, "My eyes may shine like stars,
And I may be your prince indeed, but that matters not.
You see, I have a princess back home
Tomorrow we are to be wed, and I am to rule a kingdom.
She will provide me land and luxury.
What is there to be had with you?"
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The maiden frowned deeply
For she had no land, and she had no brass
"I cannot give to you fortune, Sir," she sighed,
"But I can give you my carnation.
If you nurture it, and ravish it daily
It will grow, and it shall flourish,
And on that day I can promise you
Our love will have prospered, too."
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The man laughed. "You are too hopeful.
For in this world you cannot rely on carnations,
And you cannot barter with love.
I am off, so best of luck, My Lady.
Perhaps one day your bloom will be accepted."
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As he rode into the rising sun
A pink petal drooped and fell to the ground
Where it joined the many wilted petals already there
The maiden wondered then if she
Would even have a carnation left to offer
To her true prince
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But she sat back down on her swinging chair
Teary eyes set by determination
She watched the bend in the road
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