Scent Bottle

Love embarks like a beast to visit its prey But perfume captivates and turns hunter into game And afterwards, needy of a guide to purvey, He's lain in a ditch and complains he is lame. Your touch of seduction has hints of rose wine An intoxicating fragrance with notes, sublime A symphony of madness - subtle but yet divine This leads to a trail of vine-like tendrils climb. He says he has- been saved by the power of love. He now is a devotee who'll nearer need stray He-too does blossom and flower only her way Whispering such as the lonely hair bells, foxglove. Says love is a scent bottle; I shall free its stopper And darling, I'll not do anything improper. My ardour for you henceforth will grow and grow. Not as brambles or plain savagery to overthrow. Such a bouquet as yours frequented Eden long ago So I shall not sing like some fake impresario If-need's-I-shall-let your scent wanders graciously free. Down ancient trails, you've been haunting long before me.