As the soft sensuous fragrance of vanilla, musk and orchid awash over
me, I remember the moment when I knew that I was able
to feel the scent of love again.
Warm sea breezes wisp full of broken seashells telling the story of
passions splendor and desires wanton, of water running to the edge
and back.
Golden, amber and leaves of green, rustling amongst the trees, singing
their song of praise, with sweet pine smiling as it becomes the breath
in the essence of all that's real
I take in the depth of your scent its richness fills me with a calm and
soothing balm of ever after, at that moment I shall have experienced the
power of truth in the scent of you
