The Rose (My Phantom)

Masked figures twirl
Round and round
Dancing, laughing
Making a joyful sound

Gifts are unwrapped
Hearty thanks are given
All the surprises have come

But one was still hidden

Silence covers the room
As an unexpected guest arrives

There, in my living room
A rose in hand
Is the phantom

My mother grins
At the look on my face

I hope the redness
Does not show a trace

The man in the mask
Smiles and hands my the rose

Who is this phantom?
Only one seems to know

After pictures were taken
With us side by side

He leaves rather quickly
And vanishes from sight

I will never look at a rose
In quite the same way.

He left only the rose
A smile on my face
And a perfect memmory
To treasure the rest of my days