Bring Me Home

"What I'd like to give you, is an ounce of my perfume", It's not Joy Baccarat, nor Les Royales, with soapy spume; Nor Roja Haute Luxe, Amorem Rose, Maison Francis, Nor Nenufar, Cleopatra, great queen-scent xanthous... My perfume is the one I smelt in you when I met, My first love, for the first moment in that rose thicket, Where you stood like a fairy and angel of beauty, With an amalgamated scent of sweat and fruity... This scent had intoxicated me like alcohol, And has been doing till date, in my mind, overall; I am lost today lacking your presence; bring me home, To smell my perfume and feel my feelings halt your roam... The scent of yours has mingled with my blood and savors, Come! Be with me! Let's cherish love's nourishing flavors; Let tinges of our first love touch each one's, lonely heart, And fill us with the scent of the first glimpse of our start... Can you smell me today, a soft body now wood-turned? Yours, indeed, even now feminine tenderness churned! Ignoring the inner scent of love we'd parted ways, And dared to forget the long invigorating rays! Come back! Bring me home in you! Let's orient our love! Accepting faithlessness, let's beg blessings from above! Sensing still the lost sense of the sensitive perfume, Let's revive like a sunflower in the morn! And bloom! 04 October 2021 BRING ME HOME Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Mystic Rose Rose