Flowing on the wind
the scent of you
back when my life was never dim
or different shades of blue

The scent of you
still haunts me
old things seem new
touching your possesions It is you I see

It is your scent
that makes me wonder
why is your image so fluent
and lock me into the spell I'm under

Your scent lingers
every where I go
I swear I can feel your fingers
they were always gentle and slow

People always look at me
with sadness and pity
But sometimes it is you I see
and this life so gray is so pretty

It is not only your scent
It is your smile
it is the warmth you always leant
and the passion we had for awhile

it was the way you touched me
It was the the way we talked
It was only me you see
it was the way we cuddled and walked

Your scent is starting to fade
Like a gentle breeze
but you always have your ways
to stay with me

Soft, gently stirring mmmmm-nicely done, writer......

Very smooth...A+

It touches me. I enjoyed this piece very much.

well done

Awww like a gentle breeze that touches ones heart the scent that lingers behind along with the memories of yesterday.......