27 June 2012
Just one more for the #twistedopuss
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 fold
A wedding dress, made her an angel from above How can he take his eyes away from this love
So fresh are the flowers in her hair and her hands He looks fondly at their wedding bands
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