The Masquerade
The Masquerade©
He thought it was just a game well played
Sitting here in the grass and shade
He never wanted to hurt anyone
Didn’t she know he was the kind who would run
They held hands and he saw her swoon
This was the maid normally holding a broom
He told tales of wealth and stature
As though it was rapture
In this tale of lore
He was the hero for sure
A man with oh so many talents
An estate no less on balance
He was the pride of the British side
A lie he well knew deep inside
A gentleman due for a great inheritance
Gathered here for her pretense
His tongue spoke of proper education
Not the poverty of his preoccupation
Of course he was a great success in business
For a man for a who was utterly clueless
Oh so many lies
Just so he could lie beside her looking into her eyes
It wasn’t as though they would be wed
This was just a ploy to see her to his bed
Andreas Simic©
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