Differences

Prince's musings
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She was wonderful, totally weird but her weirdness always spread a smile on my face. She was a Wildflower. Her unabashed laugh sounded like a song of a playful flow of a stream. I was a Prince- shy and confined. I had fallen for her audacious craziness, her mischievous grin and her incessant blabber.

She taught me to eat on streets, something a royalty would scorn at. I forwent my royal carriage for her and with her I travelled through my wild realm I never knew existed. I walked long tiring roads with her till the pebbles and stones tore my invaluable footwear. She told me the tales I had never heard before, of flowers and fairies, of Kings and knights, of Gods and Demons and of lovers. She sang in her language I did not understand; it did not matter- she made the songs beautiful with the honesty in her beady eyes. No-one had taught her to sing. I teased her for her singsongy tone and I sang to her in my cultured refined voice just like I had been trained in my palace. I travelled in narrow lanes and unrestrained forests. She showed me beautiful flowers and the dew on their petals. She taught me laugh in a manner that could be scoffed as uncivil in the palace I came from.

With her, I was no Prince. With her, I felt free and passionate. She taught me to open my eyes and look at the world. She taught me to kiss gently. She taught me a thing or two about sadness.

Till she came, I had just been breathing. With her I lived.

I had to leave one day. I realised Wildflowers cannot decorate the palaces.

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Wildflower's musings
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He was regal, majestic and reserved. I was a wild indisciplined flower. He smiled as if he measured the inches his smile spread on his lips.

I fell for his valour and pride, his polished manners and meaningful talks. With him, I knew life is to live more than to survive. With him I had rich food and fine wine. He sang to me in his lovely trained voice that made me close my eyes and imagine dancing with him in a huge ballroom. I travelled in his royal carriage with fluffy pillows full of feathers and pristine sheets that soothed the pain that came from the thorns prickling my feet. He made me blush. With him, I knew tenderness and forgot pain.

He introduced me to relief and comforts, to faith and love. He taught me to pamper myself like the princesses do. He taught me the meaning in the silence.

With him I was no Wildflower, I was a royalty. He taught me to close my eyes and look into my own soul. He taught me to care. He taught me a thing or two about happiness.

Till he came, I had just been an insomniac. In his secure arms I found deep sleep and a lot of dreams.

He left one day. I realised Wildflowers cannot blossom in palaces.