Redolence of Love

You spread pleasing redolence of love

Over the space of my bedchamber;

I, sometime feel like breathing in

The sweetener of aloes wood fragrance;

Sometime, I smell it

Like the perfume of a bay rum plant

Of the Caribbean region;

Sometime, I smell it like the scented pulvil

Finely ground with colors of thing;

Sometimes, I smell it like the perfume of Arabia;

Sometime like the perfume

Of a pear-shaped orange

Of a Mediterranean

tree;

Sometime like the fragrance of the bulbous plant,

Sometime as the fragrant orange blossom

Of the Magnolia family.

It is still fresh,

It is still sweet and pleasing.

Your appearance in my room

Brings the au-bade

Of morning sunrise,

And it echoes in my room.

It comes ever like the memoirs of golden childhood.

At evenings, it sends the tweets and chirps

Of animals and birds redounding through

the net-windows of my room.
Copyright: Welkin Siskin