Flower Fields

Lovely,
delicate as the flower she holds,
wistful,
contemplating a blossoming.
Waiting
for white caped prince to arrive,
sweeping
one off to happily ever after.
Sadly,
that only happens in fairy tales,
perhaps
or romantic movies.
Perhaps
she should give chase, but
sadly
she's forgotten how.
Sweeping
changes exchange
waiting:
for instant gratification.
Wistful
desire for what once was
lovely.