The red dress hung from a hanger on the door. <br />A garment that she had never worn before. <br />Its vibrant rich colour called to her to buy, <br />But why? <br /> <br />The red dress made her feel very feminine. <br />Clad in silkiness she’d felt sylph-like and thin. <br />Would he really like it, would he like her too, <br />No clue! <br /> <br />The red dress fitted, so clever the design. <br />No doubt he would think this lady so divine. <br />So out on her date she went, one heart beating, <br />First meeting! <br /> <br />The red dress had made all her dreams come true. <br />Her beau was so charming the whole evening through. <br />Love was in the air, the dress had worked its spell, <br />All’s well! <br /> <br /> <br />© Ernestine Northover<br /><br />Ernestine Northover<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/all-s-well/
