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©