I walk into this ballroom
Unsure and uncertain
My last chance to unabashedly hold you
Last call at my favorite tavern
Masked ball of intricate proportions
Dimmed lamps for maximum misbehavior
A steamy, torrid affair really
Every Duke Duchess Lord and Lady worth their salts
Donned in jewels worth their weight in gold
Preening and contemptuous
As royalty should be
Mothers hunting me down with their school room escapees
Trying to end my bachelor days
Not knowing in my heart I have been married to you three years to the day
Standing at the balcony eagerly awaiting your arrival
Composed and stately with a condescending air
An effective facade as I watch many a chit swoon in fear
I see your carriage and my heart jerks in my chest
Casually I melt into the crowd and don my phantom facade
Tonight I am on a mission
With my heart on my sleeve
It’s you and me
The boisterous noise fades away
Wrapping me in an illusion of simply me and you
I hear the trot and fear that the waltz is upon me
I glimpse you again, fleeting thought, why so forlorn?
You look up eagerly and I fancy that you feel my eyes on you
My confidence shakes and I make sure my mask is in place
I loose sight of you and I stammer, Where are you?
There you are intricate mask from dances past
Deja vu has my arms aching
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