You’ve been gone so long.

When you left, the summer heat
was impossible to beat.
Now the brown leaves are falling down and a gloomy haze
covers my days.

But I held on to the idea of you.
And even though winter was on its way,
That idea began to bloom.

I was scared of the flowers I’d have to gather,
So I pretended it did not matter.

But then you asked,
“Why do you like me?”

And then I knew, I could no longer pretend.
I knew I wanted a field of flowers.

So, I told you about my hair.

My hair was long and Auburn with my first love.
I soon grew tired of my locks and wanted the sun to shine through each strand.
He did not want my hair to change, but I spilled the light into the darkness and cut it short like my temper with him.

With my next lover, I again grew tired of my bright tresses. So I told him I thought of returning to my hazel mane. He could not rid the image from his mind and wanted nothing more than for me to change my hay colored head.

Then with you,
I still could not decide if my blonde should stay. It grew long and unruly, as I was trapped here without my prince.
So I asked you what I should do.
You told me to do as my heart pleased, and with that, my heart was eased.

Now all I do is long for the day,
that I can gather my flowers in the meadow below.
But I'm high up in my tower locked away,
Just willing my flowers to grow.

Scared and alone, for you my prince, I call.
I hope this tale was enough to save us from the fall.

Your absence has left an ache in my dizzy head.
The end of our fairytale is the only thing I dread.