She is not a fairytale princess
No fancy ballroom dress
No shining glory on her head
Neither, does she has Rapunzel's tress.

She is not perfect, but she is real
A beauty that has nothing artificial
Her kind of beauty comforts the soul
And will lift you when times are crucial.

She will be your real princess
So full of life and eyes sparkling with love
And when she will smile cheerfully
She will look like an elegant and beautiful dove.

You can dance with her in the puddle
And ask her to climb tree with you
Her perfection lies in keeping you happy
And people who can do so, are just few.

When your hairs gets gray and wrinkles appears
She will still be with you, like stuck with a glue.
And with her frail fingers entwined in yours
She will live the promise of forever with you.

And someday, when she will be gone
You will plant a rose in her rememberance
Each day, you will find her grow and glow
And your heart will seek in it, her presence.

You will call the Rose - Princess and admire her hue
You will nurture the Rose as her love had nurtured you
The memories of old times will always be there
And you know, the hopes of meeting her will come true.

Finally, when the day will come for you to join her
You will look at the Rose and make a wish for it to join you;
So that you can give it to the one, you had planted it for,
And heaven will be so happy to have the three of you.

Awwthentic~
06/03/2016