The Love-Romancer Part 5 (Smell) Poem by Rowdy Solomon

I inhaled a breath of a new air
An aroma that reeked tranquility
It wrapped itself in my wind pipe
And made me follow wherever
The source was
It was her...
Was it a bouquet of flowers?
No...
Was it the after rain smell?
No..
Was it a perfume I couldn't pronounce nor spell?
Maybe, but I doubt it.
This spice... this... fragrance...
It's name I couldn't put my finger on
Then again...
I didn't need to
It lingers in the air
When she is near
And continues to linger when she is far
Nothing smells like it but her
Nothing can substitute the emanation of her
So I call her smell...
My compass
Because it always leads me to her
Waiting with open arms.