Love smells safe, like blue grass
love is the smell of roses,
the scent of home,
hugging loved ones
after a weary day.
Love is the perfume of angels
an evocative scent that drifts by
when we least expect.
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The women in the header are the maternal and paternal ancestors of Lori Gloyd.
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November 18, 2006 at 12:02 am
lorigloyd
There are so many poems which use words of sight, sound, touch and taste to describe but not often do we see poems using a vocabulary of scent. Well done.
November 23, 2006 at 6:56 pm
jan2
Oh yes – take a bow.