Falling for Lord Masquerade
What must I say to make you understand?
I weep, but you laugh and caress my cold hand
My eyes can't behold what your blithe spirit sees
Yet you open them still, O restless young breeze
He raised his eyes, fastening them on me. His gaze was different. Desire burned in his eyes. I don't know why, but I felt he wanted to look at me, as though he needed to see my eyes. The intensity of his gaze was so unexpected, I was frightened; yet hardly had I seen fire in his eyes when it vanished. His regard was once again peaceful and soothing, and he lowered his eyes to the keys as he sang the last stanza,
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