She was wearing
a high-low A-line strapless gown.
She looked so graceful
at that masquerade ball
My eyes begin to dwell on her soft smile
She swept me away with her sophisticated style
I approached her and invited her
to dance along with me, she smiled and joined me.
She took my hands and wrapped them around her delicate waist.
I gently held her.
On the dance floor, we were moving like no one was watching.
lost in our own sphere, ignoring the old peers.
We were so close, panting
from zest and love,
with my lips and her eyes nearly touching.
I kissed her soft lips to keep it as a souvenir
The masquerade concealed her emotions better
than her blushing cheeks.
It was such a shame
that she left the room without giving her name
leaving me with a flame of love.