In a distance, I see, her tears, rolling down her cheeks.
As, I ponder the thought, of what, could have brought, such distraught.
For her beauty, I see, is as eloquent, as princess should be.
Yet, I see, the sadness, as she sits on her knees.
I am angered, for what I see. Such destruction, to beauty, cannot be.
As, I approach her slowly, she, looks upon me, with a broken heart, which I can see.
I, extend my arms, as, she comes to me.
Embracing, her gently, and holding her tight.
In hopes, she will feel warm, and secure, through her plight.
Time, passes us by, gracefully. As, she gathers herself, so eloquently.
She looks, into my eyes. I, can see her heart.
As, she turns, and walks away, her smile, was adequate thanks.
I was, very pleased to see, a happy princess, walk away from me.