"Turnip Head"
He doesn't care to correct her anymore,
not like he ever did or probably would
He likes the way it falls from her lips,
affectionate though not that way at first
He's content to just be a lost prince,
to just be a scarecrow,
to just be Turnip Head
He loves that name more than his own birth given one
He never really cared for turnips before either,
now every time he sees one,
he smiles
He'll gladly be Turnip Head,
her silent but ever faithful companion
and won't push her
Time can really change a heart,
but right now,
he doesn't really mind how onsided his affections are
It's more than enough to love her
though his heart often aches
when he realizes what he'll miss
He'll never regret loving her
even if she never returns his affections.