The Masked Lady
I looked through the storefront window
and behind a case of glass
stood a lovely child-like woman
living behind a mask.
Her mask was ornately decorated,
but she really was quite plain
And when she took off one facade,
another mask took its place.
She winked at me to come closer;
For fear of the doubt I said no.
For I wasn’t sure if it was her
Or the mask that had wanted me so.
