Perfume

Seized by her scent,
ardent ascent,
myrrh of romance,
rapt in a trance,
charmed aroma,
mystic soma,
wafts from her nape,
cannot escape,
lost in fragrance,
Fate’s acquaintance,
carried away,
saved from the gray.
When first they met,
caught in love’s net,
enraptured thee,
eternally.

His demoiselle,
cried when he fell,
hid her attar,
two hearts shatter,
and with each piece,
made a valise,
to keep the past,
so it will last,
for all of time,
to stay sublime,
should that day come,
from past therefrom,
should he return,
let incense burn,
hope’s small glimmer,
that ne’er gets dimmer,
let her scent bloom,
their sweet perfume.

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I wrote these couplets in two stanzas following the form of a cywydd deuair fyrion. A scent so strongly connected to a memory, that it must be tucked away when a loved one is lost.. a precious treasure.. opened only after a lifetime of pining, to relive that sweet arcane memory, with eyes closed, and heart wide open to eternity.