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Scent of Love
On a twilight evening, years ago,
My beau arrived with a proposal, aglow.
Expecting a crimson rose from his hands,
Instead, he brought the essence, so grand.
With delicate strokes, he spread its scent,
But held the bottle, his grip unspent.
Economical and prudent, he chose to be,
Yet, his love for me, clear to see.
Memories linger, vivid and clear,
Of a love so tender, yet austere.
What tokens will he offer, in days ahead?
Apart from harsh words, what love instead?
Love's meaning varies, for each soul,
In tender hearts, its essence takes its toll.
My beau arrived with a proposal, aglow.
Expecting a crimson rose from his hands,
Instead, he brought the essence, so grand.
With delicate strokes, he spread its scent,
But held the bottle, his grip unspent.
Economical and prudent, he chose to be,
Yet, his love for me, clear to see.
Memories linger, vivid and clear,
Of a love so tender, yet austere.
What tokens will he offer, in days ahead?
Apart from harsh words, what love instead?
Love's meaning varies, for each soul,
In tender hearts, its essence takes its toll.
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