My thoughts on perfume in verse
First scent is longest and worth more a dime,
Everything moves slow in tranquility,
To enjoy the perfume before a crime
Will take it to steal its virginity.
Is it rose; or jasmine or foreign ones?
Or the sweet cherry bursting out her soul?
A lingering bold, valiant fragrance?
It will get old in your sense as dead coal.
It sparks at first then imprints signature,
Best know perfumes are sweet people be, too,
So come soon it is your smell I venture,
The moment is worth living; yes true!
Perfumes are toxic remembrance mind might
Your fragrance I follow without my sight.