How lovely of an affair they had,
as tasteful and bubbly as the champagne
we drank from crystal,
clear like the air around us

How lovely of an affair she had,
as quiet and romantic as the music
playing in the background,
where they hid their exchanged glances

The lighting was dim,
her suggestion,
where touches between lovers
could be mistaken for shadows

She was the hostess
with the most established reputation,
welcoming her guests into a ballroom
bursting with similar confidence

Even her secrets
were as beautiful as she,
and everything seemed to make sense
if she was the one doing it