The day our paths crossed

There is something magical in the blossom of you

for as you rest your smile

your perfume meanders its way

upon warm currents of imagination

where, in the August sunshine, your soul reaches out

to infiltrate my solitude

And there, in the undress of your heart

the blossom of you opens

to reveal the secret of your perfume

for it is intoxication of the purest form

and when I breathe you in

you inhabit the cracks of my earth

and there you plant your roots

to remain a memory

of the day our paths crossed