
There was a woman I knew once,
Or was she sweet as perfume ?
I did smell, so often, so surely,
And yet it misses my mind so completely.
I could tell you her name, the bottle, the shape,
without a moment’s hesitation,
as my mind fills with oils and Rose
and a concoction of natural Levitation.
Curiosity says; smell again, smell again!
What was the scent that is like life’s stream carrying you away amid
the dreamy evening whiles.
So I smell and remember the lady who in fragrance is so haunting and bemused in her smiles.
Dress of white Rose, hair of Gold, a smile to enchant and a character of old; -
What is your name, your perfume , your scent ?
Smell me as I AM, and it is as I AM meant;
To give you these days of your life
When colour and perfume were few,
For you will see in this verse why ; -
The fragrance is new.



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Hi Sharika! I love thé poetry :). This is your old friend James McConville from Cov Uni, Northumberland st ;). Can you contact me? Email [email protected]. Hope to hear from you soon :)