A scent I love so
It fills my heart with joy
It's different
It's unique
two words that mean
all things dear to me
There is a scent I love
I travel across the Indian Ocean
to buy it from the swahili trader
how lucky he is to have it near
he leans on it and hardly notices
but that little bottle waits patiently
for it's mistress who will come one day
with gentle hands
unwind its cap
and apply its fragrance
on her soft supple hands
there is a scent I love so much
It's waiting for me in that island
many will buy it's brothers and sisters
but it shall be patient
waiting for me
My dear scent
made just for me
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