The poem made me feel as if they were one in the same and brought back some sweet and beautiful memories. The simplicity of words used and the imagery blend to make this a powerful poem to all who have shared a similar experience,and allow others to experience the same. I like the ending! It was cleverly and creatively done [TABLE] [TR] [TD="class: title"][h=1]A lady in a Mask[/h][/TD] [/TR] [TR] [TD="class: byline, align: center"][/TD] [/TR] [TR] [TD="class: PoemText, align: center"]She wears it like a mask Each time she comes to me, A shroud to cloud my eyes, A veil I cannot see. But her mask is just a ruse, An aspect of her game. It hides the girl behind The fiction of her name. That name is but a symbol Of the role she plays for me, A promise unfulfilled, A hope of what could be. Removing all between us, Clothed only in her name, Her touch is my illusion, Setting heart and loin aflame. A mirage within a dream, A ghost of fragile youth, She is fantasy. And fire. And beauty born of truth. Her name is but a name, A symbol, just a mask - Concealing what I see, Revealing what I ask.[/TD] [/TR] [/TABLE] hugsmileyHAVE A NICE DAYhugsmiley
