Among the crowds,
I close my eyes
And then I disappear.
All smoke and mirrors,
thespians,
All characters in here.
A stranger in the
coffee shop
now entering my sphere.
Only a glance, and
nothing more,
My heart just let them near.
The simplest, the
natural things,
Are seldom to appear
This feeling,
undefinable,
Why does it feel so dear?
Among the crowds,
I catch two eyes
And then they disappear.
Tomorrow, I might
come again,
Will those two eyes be here?
the fragrance writer 