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.
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
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
"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
"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?"
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."
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."
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
But she sat back down on her swinging chair
Teary eyes set by determination
She watched the bend in the road