There goes my Bella, My Cinderella
She is not blue-blooded but she is perfect
Her smile is nothing like I have seen before
She basks in some indescribable glow;
I'm supposed to be her Prince Charming,
She deserves to have a person this caring
But life is not so simple, from this far end
I can only think of her, however I bend.
Sweet Bella, here stands your Prince
Behind your window, stealing a peek
I'm afraid you may never smile at me
Since he found your slipper before I could.
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