Masks- Love poem for a Damp Bank Holiday

They meet in the ballroom to dance,
Anticipation floats through the air,
Torchlight enflames the romance,
The decor, so tasteful, so fair,
We're in a grey Newcastle-under-Lyme market,
Sheltering in a closed Woolworth's doorway until the rain lets up,
This doesn't look like it'll happen anytime soon,
It's really pissing it down.

The princess, teasingly masked,
Grand Mistress of all she surveys,
Tempting curves; wine finely casked,
Beauty ready to conquer and daze,
You are quite good looking,
Admittedly not much in the chest department,
You seem to mind far more than I do though,
I've always found breasts a bit of an over-rated body part anyway,
Of course I have to be very diplomatic when discussing this with you.

The prince leads his girl through the throng,
One day he'll lead her to the throne,
Handsome and brave, gentle but strong,
The princess has his heart to her own,
Hmm...granted, I'm no Brad Pitt either,
Although I think I'd make a pretty good Tyler Durden,
In my dreams, perhaps.

Surrounded by the mighty and high,
The land's royalty and elites,
Numerous as stars in the sky,
Or grains of sand over the beach,
A group of tracksuited scallies have just joined us in the next doorway,
They're swearing at the tops of their voices and throwing chips at each other,
It takes all sorts, I suppose.

In a few hours the guests will be gone,
The couple think of the four-posted bed,
Their bodies will blend into one,
Desires effortlessly fed,
I have to caress you for at least ten minutes beforehand,
To make sure we finish at even roughly the same time,
Of course it doesn't help,
That you insist on holding the blanket over your boobs.

Happy couples have separate leisure,
As all good Royals must know,
The prince will hunt, joust and have pleasure,
The princess will pick flowers and sew,
You. Do. Not. Like. Eastenders,
How come you only ever want to watch it when there's a football match on?
And how come I always cave in to you,
And you still manage to come across as the victim?

For bravery in many a fight,
And gallant victory in duel,
The prince won his lover's heart by right,
Their's shall be a just and fair rule,
Before we went out, you picked a dandelion for me,
(You always do childish things like that)
I kept it my pocket for a month,
I let you beat me at air-hockey,
I never let anyone beat me at anything,
I think you knew that too.

The last song of the night begins,
The couple's dance becomes an embrace,
The rain beats harder on the street,
And you hold me tight.

And the ballroom's clock strikes midnight,
And the Royal couple kiss,
And the Guildhall's clock strikes noon,
And we kiss.

We kiss and
                    time stands still.

And
         I
                   will
                             love
                                       you
                                                 forever.