A girl’s tale

You must have seen a few roses bloom

With beauty insane, ending up in tomb

I aren’t that thorn, mind you again,

Lying across the soil under cloudy rain

Life is tough and it can’t change

Much has been said, little for gain

Looking at me, you’ll see

A damsel in no need of a frog indeed

Nor a knight on horse to feed,

Nor any luck to smile on me,

Nor this to crave no…