At the ball

Dream a dream that only lovers see.
He is the prince.
Just waiting for me.
As everyone gathers around.
He stands there look up at the stair case.
Could he be looking at me?
I am Cinderella here at the ball.
There is no way the handsome prince is looking at me.
I'm just some girl no one cared about.
But it looks like he cares about me.
He is standing there waiting.
As i walk down those steps.
My heart beating faster.
As he takes my hand.
I can't help but gaze into his sweet eyes.
Is there anyone else in the room?
Or has my fairytale come true?