Supple, soft skinned woman,
lounging in the dew kissed grass
her beautiful porcelain skin glistening, the sun reflects off her body, that has already kissed her blooming cheeks, her unbuttoned dress, she waits…
She relaxes in her garden, surrounded by only her friends in nature, flowers, grass, a nearby trickle of water from the fountain.
Manicured bright green grass, birds above, weaving in and out of the crisp blue sky singing their sweet songs.
Nearby, her fan rests close to her,
she is too tired to pick it up and fan herself.
She waits for the promise of her Prince to come, she is excluded by her family, by everyone. She is the rebel of the family and takes pride in that.
She has done this on purpose, she the black sheep of the family, throwing caution to the wind, waiting for her young man.
He has arrived by his dappled horse and will gasp under his breath so as not to frighten her, her eyes are now closed.
He fans her, feeds her water from the well and
carefully wraps her in his arms like he would for a precious baby.
He caresses her forehead with his soft kisses, murmurs loving words into her neck.
She smiles inwardly not letting him know that she is absolutely fine.