Another Cinderella Story.
Her Hands were shivering, and tears rolled down,
Her heart was beating so fast, she could hear the sound.
The box was in front, beautifully decorated,
What was lying beneath could never be celebrated.
She looked around, everyone was calm,
Her heart was crying to be in realm.
Seconds were passing; No one dared to move,
Looking at her face they lost in the groove.
Wiping her own tears, she was trying her best,
Never knowing she could lose her zest.
Unaware of the truth, he got her the gift,
He moved from the people, and bent to lift.
She held his hands, and looked in his eyes,
He could see the turmoil perishing in skies.
So brave he was, unlike other men,
Lifted her from wheelchair, crushing the omen.
He whispered in her ears, said don’t feel sorry,
You don’t need shoes to make another Cinderella story.