Eileen Manassian Poet Quatrain

Scent and Sensuality

Sense and Sensibility 
Surely has its worth
It rules with iron first
But devoids one of mirth

Sense and sensibility
Simply do not tantalize
They are demure and sedate
They're not much to visualize

Scent and Sensuality
Are demanding in appeal
They captivate the senses
The allure is vivid, real

Mystery invades the heart
With one whiff of the perfume
Eyes will linger on the form 
Of a woman in full bloom

Sense certainly has its say
Sensuality- its dream
Scent and sense intertwine
To make a perfect team

A woman blessed with both
Is beautiful to behold
Her appeal is much stronger
When she has a heart of gold.

Eileen Manassian Ghali

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Shane Cooper March 24, 2015 at 4:06 AM I agree with Kash and Anne the last stanza says it all, Autobiographical??? Me thinks my lady that thou fitest the bill! love Shane xxx

Kash Poet April 28, 2013 at 12:49 PM Wonderful poem here Eileen!Love the last stanza very much! Eileen Manassian April 30, 2013 at 2:02 AM Thanks ever so much, Kash. I'm glad you took the time to share your thoughts with me. :)

Aleksandra Kovrlija April 28, 2013 at 9:25 AM A very beautiful poem. Eileen Manassian April 30, 2013 at 2:03 AM Thank you! :)

Timothy Hicks April 28, 2013 at 9:13 AM I've never read the book, but I like your twist on it. Being sensible is important, but if you have no "wild side", so to speak... you don't have much flair, and things get a little drab. But the same is true if you are simply all flair with no common sense. It's a balancing act... but you seem to have things in check. Great job on this! Eileen Manassian April 30, 2013 at 2:04 AM Yes...I surely don't like drab! Little short on the common sense, my dear. My emotions are way to strong to let common sense have its way! Oh well...at least I know my fault. :) Thanks for writing.

Russell Sivey April 28, 2013 at 6:04 AM I'm like Richard on this one, your last line is classic, just like your other material, you always know how to close a poem! This is a phenomenal write my friend, a true gem! I really enjoyed reading this enlightening piece this morning! Quite a delightful poem, Great Work!! Eileen Manassian April 28, 2013 at 6:31 AM Wow! Thanks, Russell. I do try my best. Poetry seems to be my lifeline lately. Therapy and all that! Thanks for this sweet comment.

Richard D Seal April 28, 2013 at 5:49 AM This is definately you Eileen, all of it, especially the last line. Great write as usual. Take care, Richard Eileen Manassian April 28, 2013 at 6:31 AM Richard, I'm honored by your words. Thanks ever so much for being so supportive and kind.

Seosamh De Burca April 28, 2013 at 1:11 AM This is the first of your poem's I have read. Such a well crafted piece, so ellegent and you have captured that sense of refinement that is in Jane Austins books. Excellent couplets also, a joy to read. Eileen Manassian April 28, 2013 at 6:29 AM Thanks ever so much for the kind post. Though it is the first poem you read...I hope it won't be your last! :)

Robert Pettit April 27, 2013 at 11:18 PM While reading this work, actor Al Pacino suddenly came to my mind. He won his Oscar for his performance in the film "Scent of a Woman". Good write. Eileen Manassian April 27, 2013 at 11:21 PM He is an AMAZING actor! :) Thanks for the post. Glad you liked it.

Eileen Manassian April 27, 2013 at 11:08 PM The inspiration for this poem came from two lovely people who complimented me last week. One was taken by the amazing scent I wear (Elie Saab- The Perfume), and the other about how sexy I look. For someone who has struggles…these compliments were a healing balm. Also, I loved the film adaptation of the book by Jane Austin, Sense and Sensibility. Kate Winslet and Emma Thompson were the embodiment of these two concepts. I just love the classics.