Fragrance poetry inspired by Coco Mademoiselle from Chanel.
The first time I met you was in the spring.
You were carried by a light, sunny breeze.
I tried to describe you, but I couldn’t.
You slipped by but your essence didn’t leave.
Garnished by spicy woods and white petals,
You are a single pink rose blossoming.
You’re a bygone age yet forever young.
And you’re delicately overwhelming.
I delved into this world of opposites.
You were so deep and multifaceted.
Yet so untroubled and uncomplicated.
So approachable yet beyond my reach.
So I stopped trying to figure you out.
You already knew I would be in love.