A Woman Feels the Scent of the Man She Loves
A woman senses the scent of the man she adores,
Even when the fine mist has erased his tracks,
When carnations bloom through all the seasons’ doors,
And lavender intoxicates the days with gentle acts.
A woman sees the eyes of the man she loves,
Amid the crimson dusk that gathers beauty near,
Beneath the veil of dawn, as night retreats above,
And roses lay the morning with kindness soft and clear.
A woman knows the voice of the man she loves,
Within the wave’s song whispering on the shore,
Amid the birds’ late chorus as they wander above,
When autumn paints the leaves on the branches once more.
A woman feels the man she loves close by,
When he builds his nest within her heart’s embrace,
When he gifts her the sun of love, with no ask of why,
And gives the breath of his soul until the end of days.
