Stacatto
Once upon a time, in a far away land, far far away there lived a Prince and a Princess. They met and they fell in love. Not knowing what the Princess held in her very palms she shoved away this love as worthless and not worth her time. Sticking her nose in the air and accepting the pitiful attempts at her hand she realized one day that the love that those around her sought was not the same as the one the Prince bestowed before her prior. Desperately reaching for what she had lost she found a skeptical Prince, grudgingly willing to listen to the spiteful Princess and her daily whims. Urgently trying to win back his favor she fell despairingly at his any wish that he might impose. Not realizing, of course, that this was not the desire of the Prince, she continued mewling at his feet like an incarcerated child. Swallowing a bunch of pride she admitted her transgressions and awaited her fate. Eventually the Prince realized that perhaps this time the Ice Princess was sincere, he gave her a chance. Only by finally giving in completely did the Princess realize her fatal error in the beginning. Not willing to live without this Prince did she reverently fight for her rightful place alongside of him. However, despite her recent undertakings and sincerities did the Princess realize her aptitude for jealousy for other ladies of the Court. Her ever cruel tongue danced many wrongful tunes among the young Prince's ears and to his rightful disdain. His misgivings about the Princess's prior actions still hung heavily between them. Her plaintive tears stabbed at the Prince's forgiving heart as he wrapped her in a reassuring hug that her love and his love were in the right place. The acid that was her tongue neutralized and she bit back painful, unforgettable words and replaced them with the true words within her heart. Forever will the actions of their past mar the beauty of the perfection of the Prince and Princess, but will forever remain the reminder that real love can conquer any battle that is truly worth the battle.
Our love is not a fairytale, but holding your hand and sleeping beside you and waking up tangled limb by limb is a life I'd give anything to have. Sometimes we don't always see the stacatto note that life hands us, but we sure feel the after effects.
Thank you for the piano.
Thank you for loving me.
We are the seconds between each breath that mark a stacatto note.
I love you.
Our love is not a fairytale, but holding your hand and sleeping beside you and waking up tangled limb by limb is a life I'd give anything to have. Sometimes we don't always see the stacatto note that life hands us, but we sure feel the after effects.
Thank you for the piano.
Thank you for loving me.
We are the seconds between each breath that mark a stacatto note.
I love you.