Poetry Inspired by Thé Blanc from Bulgari.
Everyday was something different
That I found in you – that I loved.
But, fading fast like amber sunsets,
Our endearment didn’t last long.
You were so soft and gentle,
Fragile like a jasmine bloom,
Or like your favorite cup of white tea.
And like a bitter orange, I betrayed you.
I never meant to crush you –
Like trampling on leaves,
Or cracks in your favorite cup
Cup of white tea.
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Poetry Inspired by the Perfume Antique Ambergris from Aftelier.
I dusted off the old antiques
Searching for a bit of love:
Love-lost over time;
Nothing lasts forever.
I tossed the pain out
From deep within my soul
And left it to the seas’ mercy.
Will it return as something beautiful?
Unconditional love is rare,
That’s why it’s so valuable,
Like something soft and warm,
Like ointment to dry skin.
Memories grow old like the Cypress;
Golden like the Cassia tree.
In my mind, they last forever.
Even when I’m old and forget who I am, where I am,
Maybe I’m just living in these dreams then.
We’re just like the animals:
We dig the fields for a day,
Trying to leave a residue of ourselves to the world.
But the rain quickly washes us away.
The sea returned my joy,
Like waves that come and go.
When I’m old and forget who I am, where I am,
Maybe I’m just living in these dreams then. . .
Someplace warm and golden.
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Fragrance Poetry Inspired by Darcy from Parfums de Marly.
She loved shots of citrus in club soda –
Better yet, a glass of pink lemonade.
Always a splash of patchouli perfume
Spritzed onto a signature black outfit.
And all these things, I’m hinted by these
To miss memories floating in the breeze.
She was sharp… spicy… but in a soft way.
Her hand in mine – always reassuring.
And she always had a taste for classics.
A simple, single-stem rose in a vase.
And all these things, you’re hinted by these.
I miss memories floating in the breeze.
And I turn back from my park bench to see
Is that your perfume I smell in the breeze?
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