Crimson was the color of the dress you wore,
the night we danced, out on the square;
the moon was glowing in the sky,
the breeze caressed your auburn hair.
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Memories of an evening dancing with your loved one in your arms unfold in this sweet love poem. A crimson dress, and the wind ruffling her hair - just simple things, yet so significant and impossible to forget because of the love you share. Very nice, Dave.
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Memories of an evening dancing with your loved one in your arms unfold in this sweet love poem. A crimson dress, and the wind ruffling her hair - just simple things, yet so significant and impossible to forget because of the love you share. Very nice, Dave.