The black tresses of Rupenzel slides down <br/><br/>The high walls of anxiety and passion<br/><br/>To bring the levels of intimacy<br/><br/>To a standing ovation of souls.<br/><br/><br/><br/>Desperately biting into the forbidden apple<br/><br/>Not knowing the repercussions of the witches<br/><br/>Snow white sleeps to be passionately kissed.<br/><br/><br/><br/>As the evening dances to serene music<br/><br/>Cinderella woos her prince<br/><br/>With a glass slipper, as love mesmerises. <br/><br/><br/><br/>All fairy tales with a lovely ending<br/><br/>Claim that love is all Divine<br/><br/>But no Prince ever came for me<br/><br/>Nor did I ever feel love’s ecstasy.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>