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The boy behind the mask
No one sees who he is
"How could they?" you might ask
There's really no mask there
Only a cold facade
Grey eyes and white blonde hair
Some treat him like a god
His father taught him well
To hide all outward signs
His moods you could not tell
If not in his designs
He hated everyone
Below his social class
Till one day, just for fun
Went looking for a lass
He saw the one for him
But she was lowly too
So partly as a whim
This girl he set to woo
Her hair was fiery red
Dismissed him with a glance
It filled his heart with dread
He had to take a chance
One day the red-haired girl
Was tripped up by this lad
He set her heart awhirl
She thought she must be mad
He got under her skin
She opened up his heart
His new life could begin
With her he'd make a start
Behind the mask this boy
Unhappy as a child
Was facing newfound joy
It nearly drove him wild
At last the mask could drop
As comfort levels rose
And they could no more stop
To this day their love grows
June 2, 2004
The End.
Nita G Isenhour is the author of 12 other stories.
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