If You Wear That Chiffon Dress

If you wear that chiffon dress,
One that is boldly black,
Meshed in fine layers,
Perhaps with a cashmere scarf
Of burnt mahogany colour
Wrapped around your tender neck
Hesitantly covering bits of your shoulder,
Do not forget to chance a glance
At me -- I shall be in a resilient corner...
Quietly sipping a drink, mind fixated on you
My eyes speaking for myself,
Head resisting the heart's immense desire -
An unbridled wish to court you.

If your wear that chiffon dress,
You will look appropriately beautiful
And magnificently gorgeous;
I will love every detail of your expressions:
The subtle gleams, the effortless smiles,
Oh, the smooth swirls,
Ah, the sweet swivels...

Piano notes to please your quiescent shuffles
Of your elegantly pointed black shoes,
Mesmerising a hundred hearts,
While I am entranced, watching you dance,
Dance to a lust for life.

In the cold harrowing silence
That rules this solitary page,
I regret the limitations
Of this would-be poet;
The fallible eloquence of my chosen words,
Ashamedly blunt and bruised,
Do not permit me to be reflective enough
To mirror the sensuality you shall sketch
If you wear that chiffon dress.

For a sobering,
More fulfilling experience,
At this unfulfilling hour of this day,
You can relinquish my manuscript -
Wasted one, one not up to the mark,
Yet whisper intimate words of solace to me:
"Do you know how much I love you?"

Moreover, forgive my calloused attempt
At depicting the luminous aura
You exuded that timeless evening
When I held you in my arms,
And in my arms, I kissed you,
In the courtyard of my draught dreams,
Where you were wearing
That chiffon dress.