I prefer a barefooted Cinderella.
Without her glass slippers,
we can dance lightly together.
A voiceless siren can still sing.
Pushing back the waves of hair,
her glances and smiles call to me.
Acknowledging her seven little misdeeds,
she too is flawed as I am.
The Snow White of my dreams.
Growing up in Disney’s treasure trove,
I’ve always wanted a Fairy Tale kind of love.