I tried to write what you had worn,
But then I had to strike it;
For fashion I don’t really get,
Except, I know I like it.
I’m kind of dumb that way, I think.
My eye just misses detail —
There’s, like, some jewelry and some hair,
And then my verbal (epic) fail.
I have a photograph right here.
And though I stare, and dawdle,
I just do not have fashion sense,
And I married a model —
So you have sense for both of us.
I love it, I imbibe it —
But I can’t really write it down,
For I cannot
Describe it
To share is human:
