BEL’OCCHIO … THE BEAUTIFUL EYE
Crushed roses and pink silk dancing shoes.
All eyes on The Empress d’ Amore.
She dances the Paris night away .
He whispers words of love.
A night of sweet memories and forgotten promises.
The garden soft in the moonlight.
Snow laden trees bow down before her.
Curtsying to the Queen d ‘Amore as she walks towards the ballroom.
The enchanted ballr0om of Linderhof awaits her.
Her heart beats to the music.
Shivering in anticipation she begins the dance.
Into the night she dances.
She waltzes to the music of crushed lilacs.
Waltzes and the candles burn low and sputter.
Waltzes as the ribbons on her dress toss and tangle.
She writes secrets into her dance card.
Past loves and present joys.
Cherished dance filled dreams.
To remember “may I have this dance”.
The dress is the dream.
The dream is the dress.
She is The Empress d’Amore.
(The Art Gown created by Resa the Wonderful has had a dancing adventure. A gown this beautiful must dance the waltz and dance it has. In the glittering Paris opera ballroom, and through a winter night in mirror lined Linderhof Ballroom.
I am grateful for the hundreds of readers who came to my blog to admire this art gown. You appreciated the skill and artistry necessary to create the Empress D’Amore. It crushed me to discover someone didn’t like the gown. Oh dear!