Love Letters-4

The Perfumed garden

a scent that can make memories come alive

a heart like a garden of secrets she carried.

a tenderness of lilies

like a nightingale, she spoke.

soft and soothing

walking about with poise like the ground was made of glass

her hips slowly swaying like the winds lived in her embrace

her smile as joyful as the morning sun

she was a fragrance of love

she was his Joy, his world.

her eyes spoke a different language

but not a hard one to learn.

he held unto her tight, breathed in

and held his breath for as long as her scent registered

her love, his perfumed garden.

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