Façade Masquerade

She bows her head and smiles
As the masquerade begins
Each "How do you do?"
Answered with a "Fine thank you."
Her mask firmly in place
She begins to float between the ornate bodies
A gentle touch here
A gracious bow there
Not a single truth slips
Each tucked tightly into her corset
Her quivering heart beats underneath her proud chest
Cold hands shaking under her gloves
Every secret folded neatly into her dress
Shy eyes covered by her mask
She twirls and laughs
Thanks every gentlemen after a dance
She puts on a show
She entertains her dear guests
She carries on throughout this charade
Gracefully waltzing through this façade masquerade