Once upon a time, in a country not so far, a girl named Cera would be

A cat and a father, a town small, and close to the sea

No mother, no friends, she was alone there, no one else to see

To high school she went, and could endlessly read, her room in blues and greens

Cera would sing endlessly, besides her cat nobody ever knew.

If her father was to find out, who knows what he would do!

The outcome would not be good, to the streets she’d be shooed

Disown her for that beautiful voice, his hatred through and through.

Whatever she did, efforts so many, he would never smile

Even in evenings when home he came to, swaying all the while

His mistress the bottle wasn’t even enough to go the extra mile

In his bed he’d ask her, he missed her mother, crying in an act of denial

Then through town came a stranger, her interest would peak

Asking her along to the fair, on his face a smile big and friendly

She liked his advances, her future seeming no longer so bleak

He promised her happiness and took her hand gently

She followed the man, her eyes full of stars

For the maiden he seemed like he was the answer

To all her sadness, her internal wars

He’d take her to heaven on his mighty roadster

Her father struck with grief, losing both of his loves

Took to drinking even further, but she didn’t think it a loss

She was away to better places, her heart fluttering like doves

But she could not see the future, but this man couldn’t be cross

Cera was flying on a cloud of wonders

For this fair was her first and the man was so bright

Floating on the wind with love and forevers

But something was wrong with her so shiny knight

His fingers neat and tidy, and a waist thin

He seemed neither a warrior, nor bad natured at all

But Cera’s eyes were put off by something in that grin

She started thinking, and when she asked it grew small

“I have a secret, dear, that you don’t want to know”

joked he, taking her hand with a loving hold

“If you keep on asking, our love might never grow

And it will be alone if we’d ever get old”

But Cera would ask every hour, every day

for a whole month straight, to the man’s discontent

Returning a no so often, he finally gave in and had his say

Cera’s eyes grew wide and to his words she bent

“My love I have to confess

Since so often you have wondered

That I was born to wear a dress

But no lie to you have I offered”

Cera shook her head in disbelief, and looked at him stern

“I cannot believe your secret, but everything it does explain,

but on the fair you took in my heart completely, it’s not my concern”

And she kissed her love unconditionally, and so it would remain