Love Is A Nose Poem by Madrason .

In loneliness without a spouse
love is but a parasite
it won't fill the empty house
where once it did ignite
without her counterpart
it has no bleeding heart
a dog will jump surprisingly
into her soldiers arms
her sight makes her nervous
but the spell is broken
only by her smell
a nose filled with memory
so passionately well;
but the spell is broken
only by her smell
a nose filled with memory
so passionately well. M