While the festivities were going on
Laughter was in the air
Drinks being poured by the glasses
A grandballroom full of spirits
Exchanging throughout
Being a gentleman of exquisite taste
I heard a kindly sweet voice called my name
A sudden twist in faith
She was there sitting quite comfortable
Pacing towards her with each step seems promising
Gathering my thoughts on what to say
She greeted with a smile of mesmeric elegance
Beautifully in her black garment
Appealing one's notion
Her aggressiveness
Speaks volumes
To her fixation
Catching a conscious man withering
As the music stops
Attending to other guest
I take one last glance with arrogance
Knowing things will never be
How can a lover be a mistress?
A question I ask myself