An Incomplete Love Story!
first saw her. It was a beautiful rainy day and the weather was so romantic.
The rain had just subsided into a quite drizzle and I was playing with the dew
drops that had accumulated over night. The sun was rising slowly over the
horizon and the dew drops turned a brilliant golden color as the sun rays
penetrated through them. I had thought the morning couldn’t get any more
beautiful but I was proved wrong. It was on such a lovely morning I saw her.
She was fragile and small; yet her beauty was breath taking! I was charmed just
by looking at her. That day I had swore I would take care of her and protect
her from everyone.
not – beautiful, charming. Her beauty attracted everyone. There wasn’t a single
person who hated her. They were just waiting for her to grow up, so that they
could covet her. But I had sworn I would make sure that no one caused her any
harm. I stood by her day and night as her guardian angel whom she trusted
blindly. I guess she understood my love for her. We spent every minute
together; enjoying the rain or the sun light or sometimes the cool breeze that
tingled our senses.
grew up into a beautiful maiden. If she was beautiful before, now she looked
enchanting. Everyone would stop by to appreciate her charm and some even tried
to take her away with them. But I taught them all a lesson. After all I was her
knight. Our love story was flourishing beautifully until he came by. I
recognized him in an instant. He was my enemy; he had taken away the ones I
loved even before and now he had come yet again. I wouldn’t let him take her
all my might. I cut through his fingers and saw little beads of blood ooze out.
He cursed me and took out his weapon; the one he used to kill my kind. In a
swift motion of his weapon, we were separated from each other and I lay on the
ground taking my last breath. I saw his victorious smile as he took her with
him, leaving me behind to die. I had known all along that this would happen
someday. After all, everyone wanted her, the beautiful Rose.
Who wanted me, the Thorn, which would prick their fingers! I
could just hope that the Rose will remain safe, for I could no longer protect