Sunday, 27 February 2011

Let Down Your Hair.



Singing my lonely song
I had been looking out for so long
I knew the sky in all weathers
I had seen it from above a Tower Tall
I saw the sunlight but could not bask in it
Though could not drench in it,
I touched the rain from my window small.

The Bellflowers blue and roses red
Pansies pink and purple-hearts rare
Periwinkles, primrose and violets
Lilies and forget-me-nots fair
I picked them one after the other
and braided them all in my golden hair
And dropped them down for Mother Gothel
To climb up like a stair
And in all my time spare
I wished and wished and wished
To be there somewhere
Where I could touch the grass, feel the breeze
And smell the ocean air.

But when I saw you I realized
That of all that I wished I never knew,
 That you were what the heart desired
And only you, who knew?
Were all my dreams come true.

You rode into my life
Like a knight in shining armor
Only that you were a thief
Of my Tiara and more
With all your gutsy glamour
Me thou didst enamor
And slowly the floating lights
Were only a beginning
To all those starry nights
I dreamt of, to be with you
Eugene, Mon Amour.

My Prince charming
You made me a princess
Worthy of tiara and trail
And put the old sorceress
To color deathly pale
Your love set me free
To fly, to run, to sail
I am Rapunzel, and this is my Fairytale.


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