Cinderella

Cinderella... Cinderella..!

Can I get you an umbrella?

For I don't want the sun

To touch you 

Or the rain to twitch you.

Will you walk on my palms?

For I'm afraid the Earth

Will kiss your feet,

And tweet every planet 

That you are sweet.

Can I play you a music of mine?

Or writing a sonnet would be fine? 

For I don't want Mozart to mesmerize you, 

Or Shakespeare to hypnotize you.