written September 4, 1997
Though her heart was as big as all out doors..
people focused on the clothes she wore..
She was born to the British aristocracy...
all she wanted people just to see...
Was the beauty deep within from her soul.
Reaching out to the hurting was her goal.
Her life was like a fairy tale book...
on not many real Princesses can we look.
She wasn't the distant, high and mighty fare.
This Princess was different...she did really care.
Though the fairy tale didn't have a happy end...
she went on in her life...and to all was a friend.
Not too many understand the phenomena,
that so many could find her so easy to love.
We loved to watch her pictures in the news..
not really knowing it was not hers to choose.
Bravely she tried to change horrible things...
like the tragedy land mines left behind bring.
The only comforting thought we can share...
is that she died with him, whom she cared.
Forever together...no one can separate...
even though it was such a sad, sad fate.
Her life was short, no one would ever know...
how much we would all miss, England's Rose.




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