My ex-girlfriend did a painting for me and wrote a poem on the back that I thought I’d share with everyone… I’m going to try and get a photo of the painting because it’s one of the coolest things I own.
A confused man once told me that everything
is relative and paintings
held a bit of the sould
of the person who painted it. I
suppose today this is how I see that man.
Once there was a prince so handsome
everyone fell in love with him,
but the prince was put to a test
to see if he was fit to be king.
A sorcerer came and put a curse on the young prince
and hid the key where only the prince
could find it.
In his aid, a wizard put a sleep
upon the people
and provided the young prince companions
to help him on his quest.
One day he will be free of this.
One day the cursed prince himself shall be king
and the people will awake from their mind numbing slumber
to find that all is well as they had always hoped it would be.
They will never see this.
They will never even know that it existed.
Until then, the prince remains as you see him here,
and I remain at his side. Blessed to be with him
and cursed to not know his fate.
I pray my prince will find his key
and that our lives will be happy, joyous and free.
“DO NOT FRET, MY PRINCE. THERE IS MORE THAN JUST LOVE
THAT CAN SAVE YOU NOW.”
- Gianna Gragnani, July 22, 2004