04 Sonnet

Yellow summer dress you wore when we met
‘My favourite thing’ you timidly said.
Blossom in your hair so awkwardly set
(I knew that it came from my flower bed).
Like a cloud in white on our wedding day
While people discussed the buffet instead.
You floated around refusing to say
Why their sandwiches had no buttered bread.
So now that purple is all that you wear
Most people will smile and try to be nice
But don’t curse the times as old folks will stare
If you talk too loud and quickly swear twice.
Age fades the colours so it’s hard to tell
Why you insist I wear purple as well.

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