Henrietta's soliloquy

Henrietta
(plucks rose petals gently of the flower from the bouquet )

the youth is very unique, she climbs mountains to surprise obstacles,  in order to gain greatness. but is it for self respect? or is she trying to prove something, or someone. She wonders as her eyes discourse, to stars to the flower where her tears land from the petal's to the soil that grows her pain.

Oh... what can i say?
Some things will be human... Not every day, is a shining exaggeration.
not everyday, though it should be if it can... but every night,
every knight feels the same...
why does why does the moon love her? and remain in her dwell?
why does the sun hide itself from the day? When, when can clouds block their relationship?
why?
Why cant' the sun be replaced with the gloomy moon,
and be and remain at the night,
what if the Nightingale and the mocking bird do wish to sing?
and still choose to love each other, though looking so red and green,
and yet be so beautiful in the shape they make.
The love flower, of an admirable thought
so beautiful as it grows from the ground
yet the thought so brown
and just... an imagination.
(knock knock knock)

Henrietta: !!!