Masked Lover

Gliding with such grace, strength and honour

A lady takes to the stage, dressed in her armour

Having once been lost, alone for some time

She returns to her duty, viewing suitors in their prime

Masks they disguise them, imitate and play

Windows to the soul, the only part that can betray

Touching is forbidden, outlawed and denied

Teasing all her senses, making her tingle inside

Searching the room, she ignores the talk

Yes she’s the woman that he had to stalk

A connection is made, as he turns round to see

Creating a charge of the highest degree

One dance was promised as the music starts

Air reverberates, the sound of breaking hearts

Dreams are lost, shattered and burned

Especially those of the nemesis been spurned

Secretly leaving a space for their own

She’s given instructions that are well known

Discarding of silk, satin and lace

The woman prepares with a fixed embrace

His love, lust and deep rooted passion

Are merged together with compassion

Two bodies as one, lay silently sated

In a shape of life, which is firmly stated

(c) A J Walters, 2015