In a moment of time so sweet and divine,
I taste the sweetness of love in every line.
With fingers caressing the pages so fine,
I feel the warmth of words, like a tender vine.

The scent of roses, subtle and pure,
Lingers in the air, a fragrance to adore.
With every sense alive, I feel so sure,
This moment is one I'll always treasure.

So here I am, lost in this delightful rhyme,
Where taste, touch, and smell combine.
In this moment, frozen in time,
I find solace in words, so sublime.
© Poetic Wolf