The Power Of The Dress

“Clothes mean nothing until someone lives in them.” – Marc Jacobs

Lace and silk snuggled in close
Each quietly tipping out beyond the rest
Awaiting claim by the girl
Who floats among their creamy white nest.
She touches gently the fabrics
They crinkle and swoosh as few are plucked
Having caught her eye for trial and critique
For one with perfect color, cut, embelishments, and fit.
We who watch the girl watch herself
Recognize quite well the dizzying emotions 
Reflecting back from the magic mirror
While tears escape her signaling this is the one.
In this moment the girl transforms
She envisions her love, their day, their future 
And brightly smiles about this little white secret
That is hers until she greets him on the aisle.

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