I have seen the little child . . . the little girl.
I have seen her from up close and from afar.
I would think to myself I love her.
I would think to myself I hate her.
However, I do love her . . . the lovely Thumbelina.
I must never trust her though . . . despite her beauty.
I must spread the tales of her disappearance as kidnap.
I have lied to keep her all to myself.
I have lied to keep her away from her burdens.
However, I have failed her . . . curse you, prince.
I have watched her borne gracefully. . . from the flower.
I have watched her sing her beautiful song.
I should have stopped that disgusting toad.
I should have stopped that prideful ladybug.
However, I was too cold . . . to do such.
I felt my heart turn cold . . . hardened by regret.
I felt the winter’s winds slash and bash against me.
I have fallen to the ground, only remembering her voice.
I have fallen to clutches of death, only remembering her song.
However, I did not die . . . thanks to Thumbelina.
I wish to save her truly . . . the flower child.
I wish to free her from her burdens.
I wanted us to fly together to a land of blooming flowers.
I wanted us to be together, I above and she below.
However, I was fool to think so . . . a fool indeed.
I felt it broke instantly . . . my own heart.
I felt it destroyed the moment I heard their song.
I lost my love twice from fear and from royalty.
I lost myself twice from chance and from worship.
However, I should know the expectations as . . . a bluebird should.