We met in that enchanting way
in palace corridors spying the other.
Our eyes locked and then the world faded
as all thoughts of others dimmed to sputters.

Awestruck, we danced a careful ballet, 
hesitant, neither sure the steps of summer. 
Resigning hope of finding worthy words to say,
we just smiled, listening to time's beating drummer.

Her name, for shame I couldn't fathom or remember, 
and as I dared to finally speak , I felt her shutter, 
the spell broke like some truth betrayed
to flee in autumn’s bounty sleigh.

I still have that magic shoe
but there may be other feet more true.
I trust Him, the one who’s laces I shan’t undo, 
to find me feet to fit my shoe, in time that may be you!