The Mask

I wake up in the morning.
Wipe the sleep out of my eye.
The memory of last night's dream
So strong I want to cry.
But crying is not an option
When it comes to loving you.
I have to keep a mask on
And pray you can't see through.

I go about my day
The mask firmly in place.
One single moment's weakness
Is a total fall from grace.
You expect my heart to void
All the feelings that I feel.
But the layers of love are deep.
Regardless of how far you peel.

In the safety of my bed at night
I finally remove the mask.
And hope my dreams are free of you -
That is all I ask.
But I know that when I wake up
Your memory will be there again.
And I'll have to wear the mask
For another day to begin.