So long, so far,

I wish I'd been sub par.

Now I might,

See the light,

That you bring,

I wish I was

Taken by the king.

And though I thought,

We would be together,

Forever,

'Til my death

I now have a wreath.

Of roses, five white roses,

Signifying, a lost love

The missing dove,

Has no mercy

The queen of love

Reduced me to this.

Author's Note

This one is a poem and it's kinda metaphorical, so if you have any questions or concerns, the comments section or my PM inbox are always open. Otherwise, it is open to interpretation.