What is Love?
Princess Desmoralda got up to leave the library and spotted
Sir Donovan lingering in the shadows. Her heart beat fastened as she realized he
most definitely heard her conversation with Serpentina, the look in his eyes
said it all.
It was then that Desmoralda realized one of her tough decisions
were made for her already. She called Sir Donovan into the library and shut the
doors, “Sit down,” She instructed.
“I am going to tell you my story, it’s a story no one before
you has heard,” and so Princess Desmoralda began to describe to Sir
Donovan the events that led to her and her sister being combined into one
being, as she told her story her eyes flashed a couple of times, but Desmoralda
ignored Serpentinas calls this time.
“But when I touched you Princess…” Denovon began, “What was
that all about?”
“It is said that no man can touch me until I find true love,”
Princess Desmoralda began, “True love that is unlike the love found in fairy tale.”
“What is this true love?” Asked Sir Donovan, becoming more enthralled
by the tales of this peculiar Princess.
“That, Sir Donovan, I have yet to discover.” Replied Desmoralda,
“The closest I came to find is this poem.”
Princess Desmoralda got up and skimmed her bookshelf and retrieved
a heavy gold book, she placed it down on the nearest desk and opened to a poem.
Sir Donovan stood behind her and glanced over her shoulders as he read:
Come here, I want to tell you
I want to tell you a secret
Do you know what love is?
Because I do, I know what love is
Love, it is not a fairy tale
No, it is much more then that
Love is so real, love exists
It is so much more than just a feeling
Love is a commitment of the heart
It is the story your heart tells you
When no one else is listening
The whispers you hear at night
Love is the binding of two souls
Two halves, coming together as one
A force to be reckoned with
To grate the ebb and flow of life, together
Love is not fragile, love is strong
Love is not fickle, love is binding
Love is not an option, it is a promise
Love is not a game, it is not to be played
Love is not for the light hearted
It is not something you go looking for
Love finds you, when you are ready
It wraps itself around you
And beware of loves challenges
That will be presented to you
Your love will be tested, in the most
gruesome manner
But the same love will guide you in the end
And for those unfortunate souls
Who are not meant to be
With the ones their souls are tied to
Is a pain, a crushing pain
That will start, like your heart
Expanded in your chest and erupted
And it will settle into dull thud
Resting with you, for eternity
So love is a serious affair
It is not for the faint hearted
Do not go in search of true love
If your heart can not handle loves pain
“My heart has seen so much of pain,” Princess
Desmorolda said once they both read the poem, “Why would I want to go through
this again.”
“It’s not about what you want Princess, it’s what
you need. And like the poem says true love will find you when you are ready,
why not open your heart to the possibility?” Sir Donovan suggested.
“The possibility of pain?” Asked the Princess.
“Sometimes the heart has to pain. Sacrifices need
to be made for the ones you want to set free. Your entire family needs to be lifted
from this curse, it is only with opening your heart and letting go of your
fears that you can even begin to do this.”
“How do I even open my heart?” asked the Princess.
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