6. Cinderella Time

My nights like Cinderela,
I hate the night to end,

Instead of midnight for Cinderella,
mine was 6am.

When that smile I am known for,
that warmth of heart.

The inspiring body of deep love,
for many of my admirers has to come to an end.

Many hours of waiting,

Until Linda can awaken.

To allow the world to encompass,
the wondrous affection.

Of again feeling alive,
to how I should have been born,

That of a female form.