Can someone take my heart to rehab? I didn’t know everything was counterfeit these days. I just want to taste something that’s authentic. Even if it doesn’t last too long. Even if the romance isn’t too strong. Just take my heart to rehab.
If I find true love, Will I even be able to distinguish it? Or will it all taste so different? Because I only know the imitations – Imitations meant to trick limitations.
But I’ll welcome this right now On an occasion for peace. A little white cup of Pure white cream. Some little purple flowers. A little something sparkle-y. And this little bit of true love Will lull me to sleep.
Fragrance poetry inspired by Amber Tapestry from Aftelier.
I wanted to find a bouquet to symbolize our old-fashioned love. So I brought you blue heliotrope. But you said you love Jasmine. Yes, you are soft and smooth like those petit, white flowers. . . Maybe slightly sweetened by an orange. But I’m a wild. . .animalistic. . .
Or perhaps I’m just tossed. . . like a grey stone of the ocean. And your waves have crashed me. Immersed me in your high-tide.
I’m embosomed. and your warm amber is my tapestry.