Crimson.

[drllrd74]

Crimson, was the color of the dress you wore,
the night we danced out in the square;
the moon-glow on your face was love,
the breeze, it ruffled through your hair.

We danced, the way that lovers often do,
embraced, we swayed to music of our own;
and dreamed the way that lovers dream,
our fear of nervousness had surely flown.

You were my beauty, I was thus captured,
bright and lovely, delicate and fair;
we circled slowly in each others arms,
hints of scattered rain were in the air.

The aura of your eyes were shining lamps,
that gave assurance to my longing heart;
that there was a bond of love between us,
within which we were forming a new start.

Crimson, was the color of the dress you wore,
the night we danced out in the square;
and when the rain came gently falling down,
they were a pair of us... that did not care.

[Cindy]

What a beautiful, heartfelt love story. I enjoyed your poem.

[zephyrwords]

Enchanting! You've painted the picture of an early love beautifully.

[Stella]

i have a beautiful image of two lovers waltzing oblivious to the rest of the world.. just beautiful ♥