The glass slipper by Cinderella worn
The starry skies over love-knit moment
The smile to greet me at morning’s touch
Why is it never me
Who sees such simple glories?
Diamond ring full of promise
Secret stroke in between attention spasms
A flower and paper note to share
Why is it never me
Who sees these things?
A heartfelt vow
A gaze so full of forever thoughts
Why is it never me?
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