Small Cinderella Doesn't Turn

I took these photos trying to find a suitable one for my poetry and prose icon thing, so thought I'd post a couple here too because I like this one. I was going to say something else but I can't remember what. Actually, I think I was falling over in this picture! And I have a damn ladder in my tights. *Sigh* such is life.

Thank you for asking
It's a beautiful ring
A symbol of love surrendering
But I don't believe in
To have and to hold
It's not worth its weight in gold

Here in my music box
Are old souvenirs
Love that was promised through the years
The hinges are broken
The music is gone
The memory still lives on

What I did for love
He gave me a promise ring
I cried - then I gave him my life
He left - and I learned to live by myself
I tried - but it wasn't enough
What I did for love

Small cinderella doesn't turn anymore
Her face isn't like it was before
The rosette of gold was in the shape
Of a heart
But years let it fall apart

What I did for love
He gave an engagement ring
I cried - then I gave him my life
He left - and I learned to live by myself
I tried - but it wasn't enough
What I did for love

Charms on my bracelet count the years we'd grow old
It's funny I thought it was gold
But one thing still singing is my old wedding's band
The mark is still on my hand

What I did for love
He gave me a wedding ring
I cried - then I gave him my life
He left - and I learned to live by myself
I tried - but it wasn't enough
What I did for love

So thank you for asking it's a beautiful ring
A symbol of love surrendering
Valued for rarity - not for its weight
I guess you just came too late

- Music Box, Crystal Bernard