I am not a Cinderella
I don't need a ball gown or glass slippers

I am not Jasmine
I don't need a magic lamp or flying carpet

I am not Ariel
I don't have a fish tail

I am not Tiana
I don't need to kiss a frog

I am not Snow White
I don't need dwarves or poisoned Apple's

I still want that romance though
I want my prince charming, my Flynn Rider, my Eric
I want love..

I am a girl, a woman
I need someone to look at me with that look
I long for someone to hold me close
I want someone who will love me, for me.

That is what I am..
What I need.

When I look in his eyes
I see all what I do
I see his soul
I see me.

When he speaks
It's like everything stops to listen.
You have to listen- no matter what

When he's actually serious
You know there's no going back.
He'll throw you a bone
You just have to be willing to go get it.

When he plays,
You can't help but feel intimidated
You can't breathe standing next to him
He is like a god

When he sings,
Oh, how my heart melts
Help me, I think I'm drowning.

he left an imprint
On my heart
On my soul
On mind

*if only I could tell him that

I am not talking about me, mind you
She is his, I am not

She said that he's in love with her
But the real question is if she is as well.

He has never acknowledged me
Given me any physical touch

Yet it looks as if I may love him.
How is that I possible I don't know

And honestly I hate her.
She doesn't see the big picture-
She's looking through rose colored glasses

And he, well he knows how I feel
Yet says nothing, absolutely nothing.

*And I hate him for that

I never gave him enough credit.
Ever

Everything he ever did was to
Advance me, to help me

And what did I do?
I rejected it
I was stubborn

And now He's gone.

*and now looks what's left of me

I told myself that I shouldn't
That I can't
That I won't

Yet I ended up doing it anyway..
I fell from cloud nine

*And I fell hard

He tips his hat toward her
And she dances around him

Not knowing who will speak first
He doesn't say anything,
Simply follows her around with his eyes

Does she know how he feels?
The raw passion in his eyes is evident
Yet she avoids looking in them.

She notices the tall dark stranger
Not knowing how their lives would be impacted.
If they would be- she knew not.

Then, accidentally she bumps in to him
His hands reach out
And keep her from falling...

She glances up and takes a sharp breath in
His eyes searched her soul.
Looking deep within her.

He felt warmth and electricity shoot up his arms
As he held her closer still
He knew it would all fit together.

He looked toward her lips
And felt her notice that he did
He lowered his mouth down on hers...

*She woke up with a start
   Who was that stranger?
   Was it fictional or real?
   She might never know

What do you see in me?
When I smile?
When I cry?

What do you hear?
When I scream?
When I whisper?
When I don't say anything at all?

What do you admire?
When I'm talking about my passion?
When I'm singing?

What do you see in me?
*What do I see in me?