In the corridors of memory, a scent lingers,
A fragrance that weaves a tapestry of love.
Your mother's perfume, a whispering embrace,
Emanating warmth and memories thereof.

With each delicate spritz, a ritual of grace,
She adorns herself with an olfactory crown.
The fragrance dances upon her skin,
An essence that forever will be renowned.

A symphony of notes, harmonious and pure,
The scent tells stories, secrets it imparts.
Top notes of blooming flowers in the spring,
Middle notes of love and a mother's tender heart.

Base notes of vanilla, amber, and musk,
Wrap her presence in a comforting embrace.
An invisible cloak of nurturing care,
Her perfume leaves a trail of love and grace.

It lingers in the air, like a gentle touch,
A reminder of her presence, even when apart.
The scent transcends time, etched deep within,
A treasure trove of memories in the heart.

Oh, your mother's perfume, a cherished treasure,
An essence that transcends the passing years.
A fragrant reminder of her love's embrace,
A fragrance that forever perseveres.

So close your eyes and breathe it in,
Let the scent transport you to a cherished place.
For in the essence of her perfume,
Your mother's love, forever encased.
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