The heart may sink, the eyes may blink

Your fragrance is a sound I may want to hear

The past may haunt, the aromas may daunt

The constant buzz may cause you to fear

I may not rant, it might just happen…

That need to leave all and go

For now let it sink in the crevices of your heart

For now think of how that will flow

The profile may burst out in a thousand smiles, telling me that I won’t go

While you read this and seek my voice; my dear, it has already happened so!