Whiff of her Fragrance


She speaks about the day we might wed,

A wide blue sky with the slightest clouds.

She smiles- my light, my beautiful,

I disappear, a whiff into the endless.


All the words might not be enough

For the simplest emotions at times.

That is when we realize how limited

Our scope of expression probably is.


I float, a whiff of her fragrance, in the sky

Building the air for us to rejoice in.

I find life in her love.




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