I am so happily doomed and groomed
By the enchanting scent of your perfume
You have such a wonderful bouquet
It doesth hold the spring Magnolias at bay,
The Empress Josephine* would have spent
Her country’s fortune to bare your scent
Pirre Magnol* would have lavished the same
Just to speak of what I pray to claim,
Your perfume is a Southern French delight
A mystic fragrance of attractive starlight
Your natural aroma is more of the same
My heart shall forever carry your sweet name.
by Willworth Wellington
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that poem tuch my heart so i like it
this is a very good poem
That’s the true feeling which comes from the hert.
I like this poem. Probably I would have liked it more if the first stanza had rhymes also.