Your Scent

Your scent—
It was like something sent from a place I’d never been,
A place far beyond the edge of my senses,
But somehow, when I caught it,
It brought me closer to heaven.

The kind of scent that makes me drift,
Float without gravity, pulled in directions I don’t even know.
It lingers, like a whisper that finds its way into my skin,
Soft, like the petals of roses,
Dew still resting in their folds,
The way they bloom open and secret all at once.

You carry the scent of a thousand roses,
Not just red, but white, pink, yellow,
Each one with its own story,
Its own quiet note.
And I drift—
Not just into you, but into the world your fragrance paints.

It’s not just flowers, though.
No, it’s deeper.
You are the scent of ylang-ylang,
Something I can’t place at first but crave once I know it.
That exotic, distant touch that makes me wonder,
What kind of dream sent you to me?

And then, there’s jasmine—
That delicate bloom,
Its sweet perfume following you wherever you go,
Soft, but unforgettable,
Like the night air that holds you, keeps you.
It’s the kind of scent that doesn’t leave,
Even when you’re not around.

There’s lavender, too, in the way you carry yourself.
Calm, soothing—
The kind of scent that makes everything still.
Like fields of lavender under a fading sun,
You bring peace just by being there,
Just by breathing.

Then there’s vanilla—
That warmth, that sweetness,
Not too much, but just enough to make me remember,
To hold on a little longer.
It’s like the scent of childhood in a way,
Familiar, comforting, like home.
You are the vanilla in my life,
The sweetness that lingers long after everything else fades.

But you’re not all softness.
There’s cinnamon, too.
A little spice in the air when you walk by,
Something that wakes me up,
Something...