The Tragedy of the Nightingale and the Rose
The rose was not always red…
It was once white. As white as pure snow
The rose was a flower loved by all
Kind, sweet and loving
The sun set up a wall of thorns to protect the fragile rose from those who would try to pluck her
Isolated and alone she still continued to love all
Then she fell in love with a nightingale
One that reciprocated her love
They could not take down the thorny barrier and slowly the rose began to wither
Unheeding of that barrier he flew in close and pierced his own heart
As he sang of his love for her he died, his life’s blood spilling onto the rose
And as the rose become permanently stained red it died with her lover’s song
A red rose…
A tragic love…
The only symbol we will ever acknowledge in this world…
Love
What bittersweet irony
It was once white. As white as pure snow
The rose was a flower loved by all
Kind, sweet and loving
The sun set up a wall of thorns to protect the fragile rose from those who would try to pluck her
Isolated and alone she still continued to love all
Then she fell in love with a nightingale
One that reciprocated her love
They could not take down the thorny barrier and slowly the rose began to wither
Unheeding of that barrier he flew in close and pierced his own heart
As he sang of his love for her he died, his life’s blood spilling onto the rose
And as the rose become permanently stained red it died with her lover’s song
A red rose…
A tragic love…
The only symbol we will ever acknowledge in this world…
Love
What bittersweet irony
Girl: Is it foolish of me to fall into a star-crossed love? Can a Wiseman evade love by following his logic and not his heart? Or is the Wiseman really a fool? What makes a fool or a Wiseman in the game of love? That is…
Boy: Will she ever understand that I love her? How can I say something without hurting her, without losing track of what she loved? Can I change? Will I ever? That is…
Sometimes we fall in love. Abruptly, passionately, and painfully fall into love. We block our ears and cover our eyes. We paint pretty words onto our lips and wear a mask that hides our bleeding hearts. However what good does that bring us in the end?
Pain…
Betrayal…
Anger…
Jealousy…
Love…
Happiness…
Acceptance…
Rejuvenation…
Betrayal…
Anger…
Jealousy…
Love…
Happiness…
Acceptance…
Rejuvenation…
A bittersweet mixture that is not what we desired…or is it? Why do we really fall in love? What is love? Questions we never really get answers for. The answer varies for each person, but the universal questions remain the same. Any story about love will tell you the same. Whether it ends in a ‘happily ever after’ or a tragic ending, the basics will always stay the same.
That is…the tragedy of life and love.
Sorry to any who read this journal entry and feel depressed or angry. However these are things that I believer love can be associated with. However these are my own feelings that are being vented so…yeah. =_=
That is…the tragedy of life and love.
Sorry to any who read this journal entry and feel depressed or angry. However these are things that I believer love can be associated with. However these are my own feelings that are being vented so…yeah. =_=
