Boutique
In a charming antique and boutique store, so quaint and chic,
Where dreams and desires, in fabrics,and gifts speak.
Hushed whispers of silk and lace entwine,
As mannequins pose, frozen in time.
Sparkling gems and baubles, catch the light,
Like stars in the sky, on a moonlit night,
The air is alive with a scent so sweet,
Of perfumes and potions, oh, what a treat.
Soft cashmere whispers secrets untold,
As I wander through aisles, a story unfolds,
Each garment a tale, waiting to be worn,
A symphony of colors, from night until morn.
The mirror reflects a vision so rare that they bear the expense.
In this boutique of wonders, beyond compare,
A dress, a shirt, a hat, or a shoe,
Each holds the promise of something brand new.
With a swish of a skirt and a gleam in my eye,
I leave with my treasures, under the sky,
The boutique behind, but its magic remains,
In the fabric of memories and fashion's sweet strains.