Poetry – The Fragrance of Love

Love, my child, is a fragrance in the air.
A feeling rare.
A heart that aches,
to protect and support.

Love, my child, is a fragrance in the air.
One that is felt across time,
over seasons,
in families,
or amongst friends.

Love, my child, is a fragrance in the air.
A glue that binds,
two warring hearts,
two beating hearts,
as one.

Love, my child, is a fragrance in the air.
One that melts,
and drives the dark away,
to be the light,
and hope for humanity

Love, my child, is a fragrance in the air.
One that nurtures,
or empowers,
or both,
to be the best version of yourself.