~ And On The Final DayA Poem by~ And On The Final Day, Travelers Romance, Love, Poetry Free Style, E.L. Elisa Laura Perfume
There was a table for two, On the end of the train
carriage, I
smelled your perfume as light as the wind; It felt more familiar than ever, It was like I made love to
you from afar,
By the pure smell of your skin; And the smell merged with Robust heart
notes mixed with a fresh
Touch of citrus and lavender, Soft as the wind, to spoil my nose, And then
you grabbed my hand,
You rough firm handshake, was your character, One could blindly recognize you with; And so I
turned around, and
Swallowed in tenderness, of love Red cheeks, as fresh as wild roses,
With some dew on it…
No, it was you, I didn’t dream it, And the sparkles in your eyes,
Were as if I read the most beautiful novel,
While I stared at you... A novel, I almost finished; but kept
on
Reading and repeating, So the last chapter would never end, It just needed to be there... for eternity;
Over and over again, in the train scene;
Where they finally met, on their way To the heart of Barcelona…
~ Elisa Laura © 2013Author's Note
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