The scent lingers in thy nostril
Like a meth euphoria, it leaves me with a thrill
Another whiff at my wrist is the usual drill
An addiction that I can’t resist
The memories persist;
Haunting me, memories which I enjoy
Perfumes, I say bring me joy
The sight of the flacon elevates thee as though a falcon
The richness of thine juice fills thy room
Excited am I as though thy wedding night and I, the groom
Lovely is thy scent that casts away thy gloom
For forever thou shalt bloom
Like the flowers, its juice derived from
Thou is the nectar to thy soul
Am I obsessed thou asketh?
My answer? Bury me in a perfumed casket.