Stories and fairytales made my childhood,
The plots so magical I always thought true,
The princess would get the prince eventually,
Though life lessons teach somewhat differently,
In heart where once 12 princesses danced,
Waltzing my way, taking my stance,
I moved through the walls of my house, each one,
For stories end in joy, waiting for none,
Rainy weather and tea with warm blanket,
Thundering once in a while would be perfect,
As I look out the window the trees dance to the rain,
Wishing I could dance through ever lasting pain,
But story has not ended, not even begun,
For someone, somewhere must be waiting for the one,
Loosing myself in this imaginative dream,
All day and through the night I keep dancing...