That Angel Smells Like Lotus Flower. Poem by Billy Simani

I know not her name,
But I can trace her by scent,
She has driven me into a smell-at-them game,
And am attracted to her a hundred percent,
That angel smells like lotus flower.

Stronger than my very own Chase,
But am unable to keep the pace,
The scent, be it expensive, I'll buy on higher purchase,
I just want a glimpse of her face,
That angel smells like lotus flower.

Is she a material girl in a material world?
Who taught her to smell so sweet?
Whatever the case I'll buy her the world,
And place it beneath her feet,
That angel smells like lotus flower.

I spoke with the wind to reverse her scent,
And I followed it to a mansion so beautiful,
It is here that I'll pitch my tent,
Till I see this angel that converted me to a beauty fool,
That angel smells like lotus flower.

Alas! A master piece,
If she isn't a runaway angel from heaven,
Then God must have really been at peace,
And created her in days more that seven,
That angel smells like lotus flower.

Introduce myself I shall,
Even if its only for a while,
Am Leonardo da vinci, please Monalisa smile,
But she disappears behind that great wall,
That angel smells like lotus flower.