The music plays softly.

The reverberating notes

Echo across the crowded room,

Cutting into the silence between the couple

At table six, touching their hearts

In a way that nothing else can.

They sit,

Eating their plate of spaghetti

(A subconscious attempt

To reach the happiness seen

In the movie of their childhood,

Lady and the Tramp).

Except unlike in the movies

Their kiss is completely unfeeling,

Devoid of love.

They both dance

In their masquerade

Their masks of romance

Hiding their true feelings

(Or rather, their lack of such emotions).

Caught in a waltz,

Stepping to the beat

Of Insincerity and Dishonesty,

Twirling around the floor

In shoes filled with Deceit and Corruption,

Spinning with the pretense of love,

The façade of tenderness and passion,

Spiraling

Out of all control.