The Mask

It was beautiful and made of porcelain, painted to perfection,

She wore it daily to hide the look of her own reflection,

Everyone fawned and gasped at her beautiful face,

But no one knew just what she hid behind it in its place,

For what she showed the world was merely a facade

To lift the mask and reveal herself was completely unheard of,

No one minded, no one bothered, they thought her to be peaceful,

But she had trained herself long ago to keep things short and simple,

His mask was glass and flawless, never slipping from it's place,

No one cared to know the man, just cared to know his face,

He hadn't removed his mask in years, was unsure if he knew how,

Until one day he met her and he knew he had to now,

They both took a deep breath and locked eyes,

Determined to get through this together,

And they watched the superficial world crumble

As they started their forever...