You smell of the first rain,
the mist in the flower garden in a winter morning.
You smell of honey and lemon,
the smell of tea in the sleepy eyes.
You smell of a little baby,
the smell of innocence.
You smell of tangy sweetness,
the smell of friendship.
You smell of Amortentia, the
helpless smell of myth.
You smell of Musk, the ecstasy
of the lover’s bodies.
I think you smell of love…………..Which
means you must smell of me.
