Rapunzel's Gold, Jack's Seeds and The Prince's Flower

It was the half life between waiting and goodbye

I met you there

You seemed immune to it

But inside, I knew you were there too

I gave you my name and you gave me yours

I told you my secret story

And you listened

I called down Rapunzel's gold

I showed you Jack's seeds

I gave you the Prince's flower

I sang a song I had never sung to anyone before

I didn't really know why

I warned you that it was the Siren's song

I had heard in my dreams

I gave you the chance to walk away

Before it was done

You could have then

Before the genie was out of the bottle and the wishes were yours

But you were in the half-life yourself

And you made your choice

I spoke as if there was nothing you could do about it

But in the speaking there remained

A word that was missing

And the charm would not work without it

The enchantment would not stay

The spell would break

The word was a small one and easily added

Except it would only work if spoken by you

You knew

And out of the greyness of that world you had begun to call home

You spoke the word

I have often thought carelessly that things would perhaps

Have been the same without it

But the Fairies laugh when I do

The green trees in the enchanted glen join in

A Satyr plays his pipe with the laugh in his eyes

The Unicorn shakes her head

They all know

Their birth, their re-birth

Was in that instant

When the greyness died and the rainbow shined

And a young man took your hand

As you said the secret magic that unlocked the fairy tale

"Yes"

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"You are beautiful, but you are empty," he went on. "One could not die for you. To be sure, an ordinary passerby would think that my rose looked just like you - the rose that belongs to me. But in herself alone she is more important than all the hundreds of you other roses: because it is she that I have watered; because it is she that I have put under the glass globe; because it is she that I have sheltered behind the screen; because it is for her that I have killed the caterpillars (except the two or three that we saved to become butterflies); because it is she that I have listened to, when she grumbled, or boasted, or ever sometimes when she said nothing. Because she is my rose." ~ Antoine de Saint Exupery "The Little Prince"

For a look at more of the poetic side of love you might enjoy When Love Loves You Back or Love is the Happiness... and if you want to stir up the passion, try Fanning the Flames of Love.