Masquerade
How do you do?
Would you like to dance?
Just take my gloved hand
And fall into my trance.
Questions apon questions
Of who you may be.
But don't say a word
Romance is a mystery.
Tuxes and gowns and elegancies
Masks and secrets and delicacies.
Champagne and laughter and ballroom dances
Untold lives and tales and one-last chances.
Out of the clear and into the blur
Don't know if it is she or her.
A feathered mask on fate's face
Only at the masquerade.
Copyright © Kenzie Frisch | Year Posted 2011
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