- Rose and Fairy
The pretty bloom lay out of reach,
And all she could acquire
Was fascination with it's charm,
Which turned into desire.
She's balanced on a drop of dew
That glistened on one rose;
It magnified the flower’s face
Beneath her fairy toes.
She gazed at it from dawn till dusk,
Each petal was so red;
By eve the sun had done the deed,
And now her love was dead.
So the bloom was left behind,
yet she was never free
Of its’ fair image in her dreams—
That she would always see.
