My Old Spice
The night knocked me out of
my sensibilities,
The morning woke me up,
With a longing for
My spice,
The dew of the morning
Refreshingly assuring,
My love.
The aroma of your fragrance
beguiling,
Giving my life full meaning
My spice
My smell buds horned as an
ally
To my one and only
Old spice.
My old faithful,
the smell of your fragrance s
Quicken my smell buds
My spice of familiar terrain,
The love of my youth.
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