The Dress
It can't be just any dress
It must be white and feminine
And dainty as a petal
on the most fragile flower
It's memory will linger for a lifetime
From a ceremony that lasts a hour.
It must be tightly fitted
On the bride's tiny waist
And must yield softly to the touch
Of the grooms loving gentle embrace.
And must stir the emotions of
Each little girl in sight
Instilling in her the dream of someday
Being the bride all dressed in white...
Thena Smith
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