I remember the night we met-
Such a colorful masquerade.
My costume a combination of
Confidence, indifference, and lust.
My mask a collage of make up and glitter
Carefully sculpted before I left.
I had come to dance,
I had come to smile and flirt,
I had not come to let anyone see
What lay beneath the carefull veneer.
I had been hurt once, I had learned,
And I would not bare my soul.
You were surprising, disarming,
Your mask of easy enjoyment intriguing.
Flirtatious and strangely honest,
You subtly drew me in.
Yet our masks clashed with each other-
I could not be indifferent and show interest,
You could not be flirtatious and concentrate on me.
Yet you would not let me go,
So I stayed and we began to talk.
Slowly, you pulled away your mask,
And I was swiftly taken in,
By a heart that had known pain like mine
And a soul so full of love
I knew I could want nothing more than you.
You swept me out of my costume,
And smiled at the soft eyed hopeless romantic
That was hiding so far underneath,
And you held on to me,
Once more refusing to let me go.
I look back on that night,
The night our masquerades ended,
And through a miracle we found each other.
I then look over at you,
Lying beside me, fast asleep,
And I can't help but laugh at how foolish we were.
We never wanted to give in,
Never wanted to surrender to our emotions,
But when we did, we finally found happiness.
