In shadows deep, where secrets rest,
A timeless tale of elegance dressed,
The black dress whispers soft and low,
Of nights aglow, in moonlight’s glow.

With every step, it weaves a spell,
A dance of grace, where moments dwell,
In fabric dark, yet shining bright,
It steals the heart, a pure delight.

The threads of mystery tightly spun,
Reflect the stars, the night’s begun,
A symphony of silent grace,
In every move, a fleeting trace.

Oh, black dress, with stories untold,
In your embrace, dreams unfold,
A timeless beauty, forever blessed,
In your allure, we find our rest.