Belle of the ball

She mask’s her pain

and her tears are like rain

that dances on my roof

but yet her smile is a proof

of a girl that wants to love

and though she cries like a dove

still she is consoled by her angels above

and oh! does she love, hard and in falling

but all around the world,young hearts are calling

for a touch so divine

and as much as there is time

i wish i could her,this second that is mine

as the clock strikes midnight

and the eve gives way to first light

she’ll be in my arms, with her charms

and sure i’ll hold on tight.