A poem about meeting a mysterious stranger at a masquerade ball. |
Updated: 8/22/05 The Masquerade Unfamiliar faces in a crowded room In not much time, I seem to loom. My part is played, my smile spurious* He’s nowhere in sight, now I’m furious. As I begin to take leave from this masquerade I’m suddenly frozen, unable to evade. Your firm grasp, your gentil smile, You request for me to stay awhile. I express my gratitude for your generosity, But I dismiss myself with such curiosity. Who are you, from where did you come, Why did my legs, all of a sudden go numb? Stunned and shocked you carry me surely Your comforting hold, grasping securely. You again request I stay awhile, I protest to a rile still in denial. You silence my lament, end my torment, As I sit next to you in utter content. Giddy as a child, I laugh, you chatter As you continue on, my mind is a scatter. The night flows by double in speed, Captivated by your distinguished breed. I hardly noticed as the clock struck one It was too late; your gesture could not be undone. I have much adoration for you my dear, But for now you must altogether disappear. For you and I are not meant to be, With this, I’m sure you must agree. Your eyes, your smile, your tender kiss Your warm embrace I’ll surely miss. This night with you was pure suspense, Ending with the greatest of indulgence. Memories of you daydreams recall, My heart aches, tumbles, and then falls. Reality sets in as another day takes leave, Without you my sweet, I sit here this eve. *Spurious: Lacking authenticity or validity in essence or origin; not genuine; false |