[BCOLOR=#ffffff]I wish that the secret to a great relationship,[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=#ffffff]Was saying I love you every time something goes wrong,[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=#ffffff]I constantly throw myself into the wall of expectations,[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=#ffffff]That we have built,[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=#ffffff]Together,[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=#ffffff]Of what we want from this alliance of hearts,[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=#ffffff]Trade routes of kind words and warm cuddles established between ourselves,[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=#ffffff]All of your caravans are greeted with as much love as I can give and don't even need a secret password,[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=#ffffff]I can see that it seems that the caravans I send back aren't as big or as numerous,[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=#ffffff]And I know you have noticed that too,[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=#ffffff]Which might be why they seem to be more and more confused when they pass each other,[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=#ffffff]I already wrestle with myself in an effort to try and send what I can,[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=#ffffff]Trying to keep the prince you seek the champion of my mind,[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=#ffffff]As much as I want to keep it from you,[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=#ffffff]He doesn't always win,[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=#ffffff]And to expect him to isn't going to make it happen,[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=#ffffff]It only makes him feel the weight of how much goes into running this,[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=#ffffff]Economy of love,[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=#ffffff]Where the place he resides seems to be losing value around from his own opinions and from what he hears,[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=#ffffff]From the caravans,[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=#ffffff]Murmurs of his home not being what it used to be,[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=#ffffff]It shakes an already shifting base of self-confidance that he would honestly trade in for those caravans to go home happy,[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=#ffffff]Unfortunately,[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=#ffffff]He will lose sometimes,[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=#ffffff]Whether he is thrown from the office,[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=#ffffff]Or if the Prince's caravan end up being stalled or even destroyed from the aweful things out in the wasteland,[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=#ffffff]He still fights to get back into power,[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=#ffffff]Throwing himself into the wall,[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=#ffffff]But he has to be careful,[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=#ffffff]Because while he notices the brusing,[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=#ffffff]And the fractured bones,[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=#ffffff]The wall can still crush him in an instant,[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=#ffffff]Doesn't stop him from chiseling,[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=#ffffff]But like his distant princess,[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=#ffffff]The body grows tired sometimes,[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=#ffffff]And the losses hold him down as well,[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=#ffffff]Now the murmurs rumble of the princess being in trouble,[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=#ffffff]But the broke prince whimpers and tries to crawl,[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=#ffffff]In any sort of effort to aid,[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=#ffffff]And give whatever he has,[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=#ffffff]As always,[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=#ffffff]But he hears the sound of another fight,[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=#ffffff]He is scared of losing again and what that would mean,[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=#ffffff]Or if his attempts at sending something worthwhile are inadequate...again,[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=#ffffff]While he will never be perfect,[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=#ffffff]If what he can do isn't good enough,[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=#ffffff]He and what's left of him will crumble.[/BCOLOR]