Moonlight Masquerade

I was the masquerade, my dear
the frills, feathers and gems, my dear
I was the music and the laughter and joy
and I was the smile on a face too coy
the glee in their hearts dancing in swirls
with a finger wrapped round the ends of my curls
I was the parade through the middle that night
the dance throughout beneath moon's light
I was the lips that smiled in perfection
the last inch of the floor filled with inspiration
I was the masquerade, my dear
the dance planned for chances, my dear
The masks and the hidden faces of youth
the concealment in this dance lacking truth
I was the music and the laughter and joy
and I was the smile on a face too coy
I made the glee in their hearts dancing in swirls
with a finger wrapped round the ends of my curls
the charade that ended at exactly midnight
when the slippers all fell beneath the moon's light