With my best dress on:
A hot red
or a kind of darker of all,
turning my lips pink
for I don’t match everything..
Ruffled my uncombed hair
for that rough and tough look..
Those shoes which you haven’t seen yet,
are gracing my feet for the maiden walk..
A walk to you,
that would be my last,
for you to see your lady for the last,
for you to realise what you have lost,
for you to say those words:
this time for the last!