The yellow dress

We never kissed in public

You didn’t like that.

“I don’t need to show people

That I love you

They should be able to see

My yellow dress.”

 

I didn’t understand:

There were so many of your ideas

And traditions unknown to me.

“Your dress is white,” I observed

And you giggled and held my arm tightly

Pressing your cheek against my chest.

 

“In Italy a woman wears her love

Like a yellow dress

It is bright and brilliant

Because it is the color of her heart

And all the wonders in it.”

You told me with a sweet nod.

 

It was then I saw it.

The simple yellow dress

That clung to the splendor of you

And sang hymns in adoration

To the trinity of us

You and me and love

Reviews

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

There's really three people in every loving relationship: the you, the other, and the we. Your love paints you as one being --- the two clung together in an infinite embrace that makes you appear as one. That you grasp the trinity is beautiful.