Hidden faces in the snow
Bright colors make me blind
To tragic scenes of life
Going through the room
With a bit of Christ in the air

Joyful screams and relaxing teens
Dancing in a room
With each other
All is good
Then all goes slow
It is near the end
So everyone began
To find a pair
For they can fill the room with romatinc flare
Slowly but surely
Romantic but dramatic

I am alone
Who is there
Someone
With a hidden look
How I wonder
If I ask
Will she be glad

So I began to shoot my shot
Soon enough my arm was around her
And my other beside her
I wonder if she can hear my heartbeat
She is so close
She can possibly read my thoughts

As I move
She does too
As I spin her
She spins
As I get closer
She lets me

Her face is a hidden image
But she truly did finish my fantasy
With a beautiful kiss

Before I knew it
I was in my bed
Regretting my sudden wake from
My dream
Of a Masked Winter Girl