It’s Midnight my love
Its time for me to disappear
And leave behind my
Golden slipper
For you to find
Making sure that
There will be another
Evening of pure delight
Don’t stop me my love
It’s a written rule from above
That your Cinderella
Must leave no matter what
At midnight on the dot
For if she does not
Yours will not
Be a happy lot
Please turn around my love
Cast a glance at the
Beauty that abounds
In this lovely gathering
Of dolled up ladies waiting
To play the game of mating
While you do that
Like lightening
I will be gone
For now
but I promise
I will come back again
an exciting piece.Wish i am a cindrella too..but i sleep early..oh..my. Lovely words, my dear
What a loving image you've created here Sandra my dear friend...beautiful in every way...keep exploring my lovely...wonderful job
A beautiful and imaginative poem about cinderella
This is so clever and entertaining. I still love all those childhood tales. Never can get tired of those.
Quite delightful, I was brought up on Pantomine and Fairy Stories, they still trigger the imagination from time to time. Cinderella's was confident to allow her prince the pick of all the ladies. But in life to we should be able to choose.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sandra I often tell folks I was born in the wrong times....I love the pomp and ceremony...days when men were men and woman were all beautifully attired...A lovely look at the 'Cinderella' days... Well done fond regards Alf