Princess of Norwegia
Read an article titled "Norwegian Women" on my phone the other day, and thought damn vikings were pretty dope, viking women tho....sheeeesh. They were two hearts, once woven tight, A dance of dreams in soft moonlight. Her eyes held his, the world stood still, But somewhere, love began to chill. The laughter faded, slow and soft, Whispers of care became aloft. Once they spoke with fire and grace, Now silence stretched between their space. Her touch, once warm, now felt so far, Like distant shores, or fading stars. He reached for her, but she slipped away, And in that stillness, he chose to stay. They built their world on fragile trust, But cracks appeared, as cracks will must. The bright flame dimmed, and he let go, A love that couldn't heal or grow. Her Norwegian heart, once close to his, Now lost in time, a distant kiss. Through fjords and forests, cold and deep, He learned to stand, though still he weeps. The ache has faded, no longer sharp, The memories dimmed, like a ...