I traverse the woods,
In search of no other goods,
But a rose of splendid beauty,
With looks of the highest deity,
The winds blow me back,
And the snow falls on me,
And on my head forms a stack,
But I decide to let it be,
I continue on my journey,
Oblivious of my discomforts,
For in search of my honey,
I would withstand problems of all sorts,
Finally I reach the place,
And look all around,
But alas not one single rose,
Can on the ground be found.
Oh I see one,
Precious and smiling,
Despite the blistering cold,
That has sent everything into hiding.
I reach out to pluck it,
Then I hear a horse neigh,
A gallant warrior stands next to it,
And proudly stands in my way,
“Who are you?” he proudly asks,
And follows it with a sneering look,
“I’m a prince” I give the answer,
Only that I don’t appear in a book.
“Ha ha ha” he hollowly laughs,
If you are a prince then I’m a god,
I look myself in the thawing snow,
And I see nothing close to a lord.
My clothes are tattered,
My chin unshaven,
And my face looks battered,
My hair resembles a garden.
I turn around and head home,
But not before one look at her,
I’ll be back my love, I’ll be back,
Only this time we are going home together.