One last tribute to my memory of Italy trip. On one of my previous posts, I mentioned that I met a friend in Florence, right after I got robbed on the train. Well, he was very sweet and downright flirtatious with me the whole evening, and I sincerely enjoyed his company that night. He confessed that he fell for me that night (even though I still doubt if he really meant it) but I told him it was not meant to be. Still, here is a poem as a tribute for our encounter at Firenzi (Florence) that night. Once again, my Italy trip album can be found here.
I'm not a Cinderellabut a magical night
I did have,
when I met a Prince Charming
I'm not a Cinderella
but the night was magical
As we stared into the romantic glitters
that fell upon the night of Firenzi
I'm not a Cinderella
She did not eat pizza for dinner
and her prince did not flirst endlessly with her
I'm not a Cinderella
He's not my Prince Charming
He's too late but...
perhaps that night I wished I was...
I'm not your Cinderella
I lost my mind to someone else
and you're not my Prince Charming
Because my King is waiting for me
at the other side of the ocean
-fin-
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