Will my Prince
"Rapunzel Rapunzel
Let down your hair"
He says this without the consideration of the tiny figure lifting the magnificent load
Her thin 80 pound frame can barely hold her head up high with pride
She lets the tide of hair
Wade out everywhere
She has no motivation to brush and brusrh her hair
She has no care to how tangled it gets so beware
When she throws down her hair
There will be locks and chains and way to stop you from helping and finding her
But he shall climb
Despite an armada of locks needing to be opened and chambers of hair locking him in
He still climbs
He wants to get to her
To let her know that despite the many challenges he face
He will make it
Despite climbing higher and higher with the risk of death
He WILL make it
He will never give up
Despite having the hairs slice his meaty palms
And tangles threatening to engulf him into darkness
He WILL climb
And then there is the moment
The moment what you realize you didn't even know you were working for arrives
That every slice in your hand
And tear in your eyes
Will evaporate
You will know
Because you will feel nothing but the other person's eyes gaze upon you like it was the very first time they've seen a new born baby
They want to hold it close in their arms and never let go
Making sure it has a wonderful rest of it's life
You will love it unconditionally
So that is why Rapunzel throws down her hair to whomever asks
Because you never know who is going to be there next
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