I asked the nurse, "Can you mend my heart?"
"What happened, child?" she asked, a gentle start.

Many moons ago, a subtle poison crept,
Through love letters, roses, and promises we kept.

It knew my weakness, lured me to the dance,
Under your rhythm, a sweet, intoxicating trance.

Tasteless, yet the sound was sweet as wine,
Colourless, yet made my world vibrant and divine.

Odourless, yet the scent of roses...