Page 7 - My Little Book of Perfum'd Poetry

The

light that waxes within this soul,

So

pure, so strong none canst control,

This

wild, but gentle streak of divine,

Encased

in a vase of fragrance sublime.

The

luminescence of its soft, golden air,

Expressed

in petals of creamy fleur,

Captures

the essence of “femme”unframed,

And

sings it loud with love untamed