Home Green Home
Along that path in the middle of the forest, a tap upon my door came
Slowly, I opened the door and saw only the feet covered in red velvet
I'd seen those shoes before, as I ran from the castle's kitchen door
I wasn't a Princess, but I was the Beast
Never good enough to have eyes upon my being, I came here to my place of peace
Red felt was the color of the kingdom of the King
You said in a gentle voice, "So, there is where you've been?"
I didn't want to avoid the obvious, but of course, I said "Yes"
This is my home green home and it is the best
"Sorry" He said, as he pulled an object from beneath his cape
I didn't want to know what he wanted, for I never believed in fate
"Let me alone" I whispered, wearing rag of rusted color
He handed me a gift, I never thought would be mine
It was a silver framed mirror, which he held up to my face
"I see beauty, not a beast" He smiled with charm to me
I held my head down and gazed at the grass all around
"You are the one who made me smile, my dear one" He added
"I needn't wish for a Prince such as you" I felt a tear roll down my cheek
He saw it too
Hand so soft and tender rubbed it away with a thumb
"God" I thought to myself, "How could I have been so dumb?"
He said a string of words which took my breath away "Lady of the Forest, let me take you away"
I didn't move, but waved him inside
As he did so, he whispered, "So, this is the home of my future bride?"
Girlish giggle I thought I'd lost in days past, suddenly returned very fast
A single candle illuminated the tree trunk
He enjoyed my heart, because I had spunk
We kissed and spoke of things past and present
But, what made us both laugh is what we wanted for our future together
I blew out the candle, and placed the metal holder upon the mantle
He exited first, as I followed behind with trepidation and temptation in my steps
Looking back at my home of green, I saw a sight I never thought I would
Roses and lavender began to bloom
Around that trunk of green and moss covered bark
I chuckled a bit and thought the blossoming was a lark
He wrapped his cape of royal hue around my shoulders
We walked and talked through the forest of green
I have gratitude for that place in the forest, which took care of my heart all those years
Yet, now I have found a man who sees a kind soul beyond those rags of rust
My home green home kept me safe from the slings and arrows of rejection
Alas, the home I found inside of his arms is true perfection
- A.H. Scott
12/2/12
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