The old man held her hand with love, as he watched her fade away
and my eyes filled with tears from the things I heard him say.
He remembered she wore a printed dress the day when they first met
and told her since that very day he had known not one regret.

He described to her a dress she wore the night of their first date
and when he came to get her how long she made him wait.
He asked her about a vee cut dress that was red and laced in white
and if she remembered blushing when he stole a kiss that night.

He smiled when mentioning their wedding night, whispering very low,
I could see the memories coming back only the two would know.
As the old man continued whispering to her, I swear I saw her smile
and though she had passed an hour ago, it fooled me for awhile.