MY MYSTERIOUS CINDERELLA

As the clock struck midnight, she let out a gasp, saying Oh My, as she rushed out the door...

who was this mystery lady, who took my breath away, leaving behind only a white, silk glove dropped on the floor...

as I rushed out the door, in dier dismay, urgently trying to figure out where she could have gone...

there was no sign of my fair lady, only a familiar scent, Chanel #5 I belive is what she wore....

I'm intrigued with this woman, the gown she wore, satin white with a midnight blue shall....

six inch high heels, with a diamond encrusted clutch, just right, not too short, not too tall....

her eyes how they glistened under the ballroom light, her walk, captivating and devine....

from the very first moment she commandeered those stairs, I said to myself, by night's end she'll be mine....

Her hair pulled back, not one strand out of place, atop her head she wore a platinum emerald crown....

her eye shadow and lipstick, perfectly applied, simply enchanting 360 degrees all around....

her gown excentuated her curves superbly, like as if the seamstress created it right from out of thin air....

the most flawless body ever to catch the eye of this man, and in her hair, a single red rose......

we shared just one dance, one brief moment in time, but one dance was all it took to mesmerize my soul....

her hand in my hand, we glided insync as we waltz across the ballroom floor....

our eyes interlocked and never evaded one another's sight, I could feel her piercing through my soul.....

the closer we got, our eyes interlocked anticipating a wonderful kiss, then away she flew, like I flash, she dashed, disappearing into thin air.....

leaving me only a glove, and a scent, along with this beautiful red rose your wore in your hair.....