Your Lady's Dress

Your lady's dress, so red and oh so fine. I hear whispers in the wind, oh how they are so divine. I see your lady's footprints, they're indented in the sand. As you whisper softly, I watch you take her hand. Her eyes tell a story, oh how yours turn the page. Loving nights forever, as both of you grow with age. Your lady's dress, oh so white and how divine. Fresh rose petals falling as you pour her sweet wine. A gold diamond ring, it holds her close to you. As words are exchanged, I hear both of you say "I do". Your lady's dress, so wrinkled and so perfumed. Knitting needles on the bedside, she’s falling asleep real soon. I hear soft whispers of love and then age consumes. How another winters past, now death is soon to bloom. July 2, 2018