Into the sleeve I tucked my arm,
admiring the dress flimsy charm
as it wrapped itself around my waist
in creamy elegance I could almost taste.
Around my legs it billowed out
with layers of netting all about,
it sparkled and shimmered richly gold
with every dip of its luxurious fold.
Oh, dress that made me feel like royalty,
why could you not ensure his loyalty?
His love was not supposed to rust,
why did he trample it in the dust?
The dress that shimmied, sparkles no more,
and love is no longer what it was before.
