Such fragile masquerade dresses
And secretes her within a veneer.
Disguises her turmoil in best
Behaviour, covers all holes so geared
To crack her unstable pretence.
No-one must yet deem her in love.
Enchanted with recent events,
She vacillates between tears, moving
To delirious laughter, - - frail
Excuses burst from her lips, ruin
Composure, but to no avail.
Gone went the shield she was seen through.
When now her pose she sheds, then love's charms
At last undress her, - - - - - and she is disarmed.
Fay this is a beautiful pice of writing top marks and thankyou for your support Daniel
what a charming poem! ...of how love can disam even the most guarded.....
Superb piece, Your talent is no masquerade. You are indeed a wonderful wordsmith and poet. Best Steve
A lovely write..feelings under wraps are so hard to keep there....
This is SOOO GOOD, it is so hard to hide such feelings and so relieving to be able to let them show...10
How charming Fay, the complexity of womanhood very well expressed. I enjoyed this very much. Kind regards Ann
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very well this lady is presented in her masquerade until your words disarm her who seems comfortable in excuses then this charming end+++++10 Luvli poem Fay regards