Nothing so sweet as the scent of a rose,
long -stemmed with ruby red petals
tickled gently as I held it to my nose.
Intoxicating perfume imprinted a
memory in my heart–the scent of a rose
always carries me back to innocence,
sweet innocence, as young love grows,
and fades into the past as we mature.
No regrets for this love and life I chose–
children and responsibilities take control;
No longer lingers the scent of a rose.
Still kind of crazy in my world, so I’ve joined several prompts together. I am writing about Perfume for Real Toad’s Thursday challenge. The form of the poem is the Fold, which was an earlier challenge at Real Toads. I am also linking to d’Verse Poets for their challenge of writing about a memento.