Perfume is the whisper on the breeze
That floats upon the air,
It wraps around the soul unseen,
And leaves no trace, but there.

An unspoken verse, this essence found,
It sinks into the skin,
A bottled thought, a fleeting sound,
That whispers deep within.

It bends the hours with subtle grace,
Collecting dreams, it flies,
Leaving traces in its wake,
Like secrets in our eyes.

It murmurs low, a fragrant call,
To trust the path it shows,
A gentle nudge, a fleeting thrall,
Where the river of change flows.

It leads us through the unseen door,
With every breath, a chance,
To find renewal at its core,
And dance the sweet romance.