Summer Dress

In a dance of sunlit grace, A vision stands, time cannot erase. Her dress, a canvas, white and bold, With roses painted, stories told. A touch of mischief in her eyes, A strap that slips, a sweet surprise. Against a wall of gentle hue, A golden hour, dreams come true. Her hand upon her hip so slight, A pose of power, bathed in light. Each curve and contour, soft and free, A celebration of what can be. She twirls and sways, a floral dream, A summer's day, a vibrant gleam. In every glance, a subtle art, A portrait etched within the heart.