Song of Songs

Although I didn’t think
to wear perfume,
And there’s no sunsets
(we have but a light).
King Solomon might
dream of such a thing.

This simple joy:
My loved one
as they sleep.

It’s something that
no money can bring.
Their body as they breathe-
tides of the night.
The subtle feeling that
they are alright.
While gentle tunes
(from YouTube)
fill the room.

Author: thefragrancewriter

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