And it was a perfect love story,
a Princess and her Prince,
sparkling in love's glory.
Dawn till dusk they spent in
each other's shadow,
nurturing, pampering and
protecting one another's glow.
No storm could tear them, no
fire could burn them, no rain
could wash away their love,
in his arms, calm and serene,
she felt the warmth of
a thousand suns shining above.
But one day, he had to leave,
to make a future, to make their
dreams come true,
he doused her with love and care,
swore to protect her, always,
and promised her that
there'll be no one new.
With tears she parted with
a hope to see him soon,
wondering if this distance between
them would prove to be a boon.
Seasons changed and hearts grew apart,
this was the fear that tore her apart.
The arms ones filled with ardour,
now cold and painfully sore.
His essence now reeked of betrayal,
which was once her happy drug, so ambrosial.
The deception, the treachery, the treason,
she doubted her love, that was so pure,
wondered if she was the reason.
Her tears washed away those dubiously unfaithful, hollow promises,
he left her alone, sad, miserable and
every that was synonymous.
She cried rivers for the one who
refused to claim those droplets,
an arrogant, ignorant idiot he
was, so pathetic and hopeless.
She decided it was time to let go
of the string that cut her,
move on in her life, make it worth,
and let her past be blur.
She wiped those tears,
to herself, happiness she owed now
after those gloomy years.
A smile she wore for the rest of her life,
knowing she was better than all that strife.