The frills of her red dress
spins and twirls
with every move her body makes.
it moves in gallant waves that tosses and meanders,
revealing glimpses of her white petticoat underneath.
like freshly picked red and white roses
dancing before his very eyes.
He sits in the corner, face half hidden
under a sombrero. As he watch her
he falls in love,
He did not know her name was red.
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