Poetry Inspired by the Perfume Oud Luban from Aftelier.
I combed the earth To find a cure for my wounds [I am the broken hearted-man]. I roamed past The lign aloes [planted by God], And the giant cedars Reaching to heaven. Nothing could ease my pain; Neither khus oil, Nor the fruit of the goodly tree Could return my joy. I prayed for a sign. . . . . .for a miracle. . . But I came to the Boswella tree and swung my axe in faith, As incense swings through the air [while smoke ascends like a prayer]. And where blade met bark, From there’s came the healing milk, And so the mending Of a broken heart.