Longingly, He Weeps
Ah, he was too late!
This fool of a gardener, her prince,
Dawn has arrived and the magic is gone.
Jessamine leaves the prince in the lonely despair,
One that has opened his eyes.
She had been there all along,
The closed blossom, the dead beauty.
But he didn't see! Oh, he didn't see how she waited!
His tears watered the still bud--this time,
In hopes that she would open again, just for him.
Longingly, he weeps, clutching her remnants
To his cheek, in a way that she would have gladly died to see.
But her heart is dead, the cereus' heart is dead!
This fool of a gardener, her prince,
Dawn has arrived and the magic is gone.
Jessamine leaves the prince in the lonely despair,
One that has opened his eyes.
She had been there all along,
The closed blossom, the dead beauty.
But he didn't see! Oh, he didn't see how she waited!
His tears watered the still bud--this time,
In hopes that she would open again, just for him.
Longingly, he weeps, clutching her remnants
To his cheek, in a way that she would have gladly died to see.
But her heart is dead, the cereus' heart is dead!