The Rose Garden
A Faerie Tale
There was a fair Lady, she by the sea dwelt.
She possessed things to make her happy, but sad and lonely she felt.
One morning while in solitude she was brooding,
A valiant Knight into her world came intruding.
At once like a flash, like a charm, like a spell,
The two, heels over head, arms over legs into love fell.
All morn this happy pair in conversation engaging
All the while the Lady felt a blush and a heat in her raging.
She sensed a connection, a meeting of minds, if you will.
Of the Knight and his charm she could not get her fill.
They met, they laughed, they talked, they played,
They longed for each other and could not be swayed.
Hours grew into days, days into months grew.
Hearts grew fonder, closer, while spirits renewed.
The Lady ached to be with him no matter the cost
The Knight found in the Lady something thought long ago lost.
The Lady was charmed by the gentle ways of the Knight.
He was a poet, a minstrel, and would words of love write.
She bloomed in his presence and he in hers thrived.
And when apart, they both felt deprived.
Although their paths had crossed, it was far too late.
They had missed their time and were in a stalemate.
The Lady was pledged to another, you see.
What they both wished for, could not be reality.
Although the truth was painful to face,
They had to remember they each had a place.
A union of spirits would have to suffice
A joining of hearts, of their minds, of their lives.
To be fast friends forever would be their resolve,
Although her world still around his would revolve.
The Knight was constantly in her thoughts and she yearned
To be with him, this was what in her heart burned.
One day the Knight gave the Lady a rose.
She caressed it with the love that in her heart grows.
She kissed it and cherished it and held it dear.
As she pondered her love, it all became clear.
She longed to be his and his alone.
But for her sins she could not atone.
She cursed the moral fabric, which was of her a part.
It would not allow her to taste the desire of her heart.
She could not have her way and she could not have him.
The prospect of being his solely, now became dim.
As she thought on this and what she could not gain,
This love out of reach caused her heart pain.
Even more sad than a story of love unrequited,
Is this tale of two lovers who cannot be united.
Mute, salty tears into her eyes did well,
Spilled onto her cheeks and on the rose fell.
The tears and the rose mixed while their magic tingled
And into the earth, rose, tears and soil mingled.
The Lady’s love of the Knight had cast a mystical spell.
A rose red sprung up from the earth where e’er a tear fell.
Each rose that grew up was more perfect than the last,
Symbols of a love growing stronger as each day passed.
From her joy and her pain a garden unfolding,
Fruits of the love and the care that they were beholding.
In this garden they have love, peace and happiness found.
Their souls and their hearts here forever are bound.
This place is a refuge for the bond that they share,
The Knight and the Lady and the dreams that they dare.