The Dress
I remember when we bought the dress,
“Little thing”; “exciting” comes to mind,
My only thoughts, this is what I confess,
As we walked in the shop a dress to find.
I don’t pretend to have the women’s wit,
When she peruses all fine things to wear,
But only know that if I must submit,
The choices that I opt are sexy fare.
The romance in her eyes is clear to see,
As begins the process ‘fore her now,
Perhaps an elegance like princess she,
Yet not beyond what her peers would allow.
And so begins the perfect time of all,
A man and woman in this prior dance,
Before they set a foot into the hall,
A perfect dress for evening’s great romance.
Like magic in the air she finds the one,
And puts it on; the contour; form is pure,
Delight and sparkle in her eyes like sun,
And walks transformed with feminine demure.
Peter Lowell Paulson
October 22, 2010
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