Waited hundreads of years for My Cinderella; and will wait For more... She may be doing her chore. somewhere... Keeping an eye, outside her door, May be in a rose garden to trim the leaves, While looking for someone with A red rose in hand, May be beside a window pane To find me on horseback, May be dreaming of a magic-boat To get on with me, For a far away island for forever... But Alas! I know not when I will Get bewitched by her... Though I know she is waiting, With a heart; full of sweetest emotion and Honest love for me- like me. ...Lord knows when he will let us meet...
...THERE IS ALWAYS SOMETHING ELSE!