I saw you in the pure white gown
so graceful and divine
and the mirror of my gaze
when your eyes met mine
Cascading down the stair case
as water of a stream
I felt the spell of magic
as if within a dream
I took your hand and drew you in
we danced on clouds of mist
with all the kingdom watching
as we stopped and kissed
Then the clock struck midnight
in panic you took flight
and within the moment
I lost you to the night
Except for this one slipper
made of crystal glass
I have only the memories
which seem to never pass
So if you shared those feelings
Then tell me was it true;
Would you chance for true romance,
Is Cinderella really you?
muse of the poet prince... steven
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