Fairytale (Attempt at Poetry #2)

On the balcony of my fairytale castle,
I’m waiting for my prince charming to arrive.
The wind is rushing through my hair,
Bringing all my senses alive.
I frantically search for his distinct shadow,
As I look into the distance,
I check my watch a thousand times,
Ignorant to my own persistence.
Finally, I hear the horses trot
As they gallop in my direction,
Never have I felt such a giant knot -
But I know this feeling’s perfection.
He sweeps me off my glass-slippered feet,
Looks into my eyes transparent,
And without whispering a single word,
His love is most apparent.