Walking By The Dresses Poem by William McGehee

That blue one there, just like her eyes
Would form a pleasant peaceful guise
Wrapped upon her in the night
In the glowing candlelight.

The red one, warm, just like her smile,
A latin passion sort of style,
An ember that could burst ablaze
While dancing slow I meet her gaze.

The black one, slender, liker her form,
A sight to make the world transform:
Elegant as midnight skies,
A beauty only gods devise.

In seeing all and dreaming more
I hope to hold her as before
And walking past them pose a guess
On how she'd look in every dress.