I was wearing a dismally gray dress

You had on a red tie

I had flowers in my hair

You had feathers down your back

It was two minutes until a quarter to nine

I wished you'd had a pocket watch

There's something so romantic about a pocket watch

Instead I suppose the wristwatch did just fine

It wasn't raining because you don't like to get your hair wet

I suppose the wind was a worthy substitute

Even if you didn't manage to necessarily blow me away