She smelled like a floral symphony
A bewitchment of each sense of mine,
Soaked in love's epiphany
Alike to getting drunk on wine,
High on drugs yet always sober;
Her absence, leaving me mellow and sombre
With my heart aching in withdrawals' invite
Her aroma; the comfort of a cozy evening
With the fire cackling melodies of respite
As the rain trots on the window gleaming,
Smiling at the union of souls bound,
Bearing testament to a love...