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...