3 March 2013
Like a sheath it drapes over her skin Softly reminding him of the delights within
The finest silk,the colour of gold Every inch , every contour, every delicate fold
A wedding dress, made her an angel from above How can he take his eyes away from this love
He kissed her softly, knowing it would be the last A rip tore through him, a hole so vast
"Your so beautiful" he caught his breath You always were, even in death
The Dress • Opuss № I