do you like my dress?

she says
do you like my dress.
she spins around
in a soft pirouette
I say
yes
yes
yes.
and my hair, too short,
too much
color,
too curled?
oh no, it's perfect,
lovely. I tell her.
and those shoes,
oh my,
what they do for your
legs,
I adore them.
she laughs.
and my nails, is pink okay?
or should I have
gone with blue,
or red?
love em, I tell her.
there's not a single thing
i'd change about you.
not one thing
I would do instead.