Your Perfume

I am giving you all I can All that I have... all that I know Beyond that of time a never when When never a time is that to behold All that matters no longer does All that reasoning never for The many questions to no longer ask The many answers never be... to ignore The little things to mean so much Perhaps so much will mean so little Was it not from a simple touch? Yet whence a touch did it all but settle? To begin to the end Did it start, was it finished? If I pour did I blend? Rules amend... might I abolish? A pretext, a preface, a perfume A lie to begin, a truth in an end The scent but remains in an empty bedroom Along that of time a never when