4 May 2012
In a world of softness I am consumed with comfort, The thin fabric falling lightly, lacing down, To wrap its loving arms around me; a desire fulfilled, I move and it mimics, without a sound.
Delicately it lies, the butterflies dance around my stomach, But with etiquette flutters they fall, To reveal the long vines of green and blue, The music is hushed as I enter the hall.
With every step they turn, widen their eyes, As to believe the sight is to read a fantasy, But only I can truly understand my confidence, As only I know he bought this dress for me.
His Gift • Opuss № I