That dress I wore

I wore
That dress
The one
I kept
For best

The silk
And lace
That just
Swooned
With grace

The soft
& slow
Tying of
The
Bow

I say
Amen
For that
Tailored
Hem

I know
I can slip
Right out
Of that
Zip

My favourite
Dress code
Screams
A la
Mode

The beauty
I cosset
Hangs
In the back of my
Closet