A Collection Of Dreams Poem by Ronni ManoaHofbauer

My Chanel sits pretty with quilted grace,
Double C's gleaming like stars in their place,
Each chain link whispers of Coco's flair,
Parisian nights and debonair.

Louis Vuitton, in classic brown,
Monogrammed canvas of world renown,
Those timeless LVs intertwined,
Legacy of the most refined.

Bvlgari's serpenti, so sleek and bold,
Scales that shimmer in perfect gold,
A statement piece that turns each head,
Where luxury and art are perfectly wed.

Prada's nylon, so sleek and clean,
Triangle logo, minimalist dream,
Italian craftwork in every seam,
Making practicality reign supreme.

Ferragamo's elegance, pristine and pure,
Vara bow dancing, forever secure,
Florence's heritage in leather so fine,
Where form and function intertwine.

Fendi's baguette tucked under arm,
Double F's working their eternal charm,
Roma's pride in every stitch,
Stories of craftwork eternally rich.

Louboutin's bag like his shoes so bold,
With spikes and leather that never grow old,
Matching the soles of crimson trace,
Adding edge to every place.

Yet Birkin beckons from afar,
Like a distant, unreachable star,
The pinnacle of handbag art,
Soon to claim its special part.

For in this gallery of mine,
Where leather and luxury intertwine,
Each piece brings confidence divine,
Making everyday life shine.

They're not just bags upon my shelf,
But extensions of my better self,
Each one chosen with such care,
Making every moment rare.