Flutter

She fluttered, as he gently gripped and led,
No malice meant — yet sniffles half her life,
as she bled.
Deep down, ardent. The gateway of destiny misled —
yet endless chances these princes of mutts still get.

You see, she yearns for what all living things yearn for.
Sit with her. Hear her blinded needs.
Just once — and more.

Though it feels as foreign as frost in flame,
when the spring blooms again —
become the prince she needs.
Be the one who leads.

                     - Nodame