Come back home to me, baby.

The roses are whispering your name to the wind,
Murmurs of ladies in waiting to high dukes of the gardens.

The door whines with fervor
Anxiously awaiting your arrival,
My prince.

The sun is shining,
Waiting to look upon your beautiful face once more,
So beautiful that the sun watches and awaits your arrival everywhere you go,
For you are the most kind and pure and golden
Being it has seen walk on the Earth in all its days orbiting.

The house hums a quiet little melody,
An orchestra playing and preparing for your arrival,
Creaks
Clangs
Slams
Whines
Whistles.

Everyone is ready.

We just await you,
Your majesty,
My dear prince.