Bella

Make-Believe

Bella

Long strands of golden blonde hair
That sits over her shoulders bare
Bluest eyes of the ocean blue
Lips of a rose, a pinkish hue

Porcelain skin of powder white
In her dress to dance tonight
Velvet shoes of a crimson red
Her prance of which she led

Noble men to share a dance
She hadn't given a second glance
Amongst the crowd at the ball
It was only her that they all recall


As she swayed across the floor
To the music her gown did soar
Her glittered cape around her
Twirls of her gown in a whir

In hopes this night would never end
Endless dancing she would pretend
Oh what a story to conceive
Playing with barbie in make-believe