Holy Perfume
A poem about confession
Beneath the sky where zephyrs softly play,
I gather courage, heart’s desire to say,
As locks dance on the breeze, my gaze does rest,
Upon her hair, fair strands so softly dressed.
The wind, a whispered ally, fans the flame,
Emboldening my timid heart to claim,
With fragrant notes that stir the senses near,
Her perfume’s touch, enchanting atmosphere.
A moment’s grace, to speak what longs to be,
Confess my wish, set timid spirit free,
Yet in this scene, with nature’s beauty spun,
I’ll find the words to ask for love begun.
Short poem about confessing love
