Photo © Dawn Allynn
Love is like a flowers scent,
It’s something you can't see.
It has no taste, no texture.
No tangent quality.
And like a perfumed fragrance,
There’s no one who can tell
What another may experience
When encountering a smell.
There is no way I could explain
The sweet scent of a rose
To anyone unfortunate
To not possess a nose.
And anyone who’s been in love
Will say there’s no suspicion,
That only one who is in love
Can know its definition.
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