I've Been Waiting My Fairytale

When I was three, my mother would tell me stories
Of vast green fields and rainbows.
Of a little girl dancing around
and butterflies on her nose.

She’d dance freely, sing the loudest she could
The skies were ever so blue.
And as I closed my eyes, while she held me close
I wondered if these dreams were true.

I grew older and watched Cinderella
Read stories of Rapunzel and Snow White
Just a little girl of six
I knew nothing of true love, yet tears I cried.

The butterflies on my nose, then came to my stomach
Each time that cute boy passed by.
I’d have a reverie, of us holding hands
Him handing me a flower, me blushing shy.

Barely a teenager, I already made plans
A beautiful white gown I’d wear
Flowing sashes, ribbons and flowers
A veil that covered my hair.

Sweet sixteen some called it,
I had my first heartbreak.
This sudden wave of nausea
A feeling I couldn’t shake.

I grew older, learnt about life
But what I never found
Was the true love I looked for since I was a little girl
That one boy, who’d make my world go round.

He’d carry me piggy back
Whirl me around under the open sky
Tickle me senseless on darker days
When my eyes found it hard to stay dry.

We’d sit under the tree for hours
Talking about life plans and forever’s dream
He’d probably goof up and pull long faces
Always make sure my eyes never lost their gleam.

We’d travel the world, exotic places
And in each place he’d kiss me silly.
Look at me with awestruck eyes, when I wore a dress
Yet hand me his jacket, when the nights got chilly.

I’d grow old with him,
Our wrinkles a reminder of years of laughter.
Surrounded by a crazy family
Grandsons and granddaughters.

We’d play music, sing songs off-key
And on days that we would be alone
We’d read books by the fireplace
In a beautiful world of our own.

You’d be surprised , how many years I’ve planned these little things
Of a life I’d have with him
Painting pictures of a future together
To my simple Cinderella, he’d be a Prince.

I’ve hoped for years for that happily ever after
For my warmth, in years of storm and hail
The boy, who’d never let me shed a tear
I’ll forever be waiting, my fairytale.