Secret Garden (Aftelier) | Perfume Poetry

Poetry Inspired by the Perfume Secret Garden from Aftelier.

I lived a secret garden,
Where I could feel liberally.
My heart was soft and sweet –
Well rounded and strongly.
My soul was in full bloom
Like a jasmine vine
Decorated in an array
Of small, delicate flowers.

I was not unlike
The beasts of the earth,
Who feel purely, innocently
Covered from judgement.
In my mind and emotions,
My soul was strong, well rooted
And fragrant-like,
Like the Rosewoods of Brazil.

But the seasons changed.
Feelings and thoughts
Strange to me
Immersed my bewildered mind –
Muddled me –
Restless & uncertain.
They left me trying to manage –
to dictate –
my delicate senses.

But feelings are a garden.

[And all gardens need tending.
Feelings grow as they may,
But nourish them
With good water –
Good sun –
Good soil –
And pray their fruit grows sweetly].

Click Here to learn more about the perfume Secret Garden from Aftelier. Read about Tiffany Intense. © TheFragranceWriter.com 2020, except where noted otherwise. All rights reserved.

Tiffany Intense | Fragrance Poetry

Poetry Inspired by the Fragrance Tiffany Intense

writing perfume poetry tiffany intense
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Plum-drops and sweet pears
Tumbling in my mind
When I’m thinking of you
(I’m always thinking of you).

Intensely
You come to my mind
Randomly,
Yet always there. . .

Intensely
(Far too Intensely),
Evoking me
Like a long lost, blue holiday
That keeps tugging me.

Blonde hair, iris eyes.
A white cashmere sweater.
I can see you still.

So elegant.
So sensual.
So incessant.
And never mine.

Click here to learn more about the fragrance Tiffany Intense. Read Magnetic Blend from Initio. © TheFragranceWriter.com 2020, except where noted otherwise. All rights reserved.

One Last Hill | Poetry Interlude

One Last Hill
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This was my one last hill.
I sprinted one last time.
Pushed as hard as I could
Convinced I might die
But I succeeded to the top of the hill

I give a quick glance behind me
To look over everything i accomplished;
On top of this one last hill i conquered
And it feels awesome!

But don’t assume I’m done
There’s still another hill to climb
There’s ALWAYS one last hill to climb
Until the day i die

Read Anti-Hero. © TheFragranceWriter.com 2020, except where noted otherwise. All rights reserved.