As the sun was about to set,
he closed his eyes; head tilted to the sky.
For the light breeze carries
the fragrance of her to him.
Once he had lived with an inexperienced heart;
a time when he would only
want to know her perfumes by name.
True, that knowledge is still important
to their relationship.
However, now he knows
it is far more essential to know her.
For she gives life, not just to a manmade fragrance;
she is haunting elegance,
love that calls out his name.
(haunting elegance, copyright Steven S. Walsky, 2014, all rights reserved.)