🌸 Whispers in a Bottle 🌸 — a poem for perfumes

A drop of scent, a silent spell,
A tale that only noses tell.
A whisper caught in amber glass,
Of memories that never pass. 🌬️

A garden blooms upon the skin,
Of jasmine nights and mandarin.
With every note, a story spun,
Of morning dew or setting sun. 🌞🌙

A breath of rose, a trace of musk,
A dance between the dawn and dusk.
It lingers soft, then slips away,
Like love that chose to never stay. 💔🌹

A secret held beneath the air,
Of who you are — or wish was there.
A bottle small, but vast inside,
A world of wonder, scent, and pride. 🌍✨

So wear it bold or wear it shy,
Your fragrance lets your spirit fly.
Invisible, yet always true —
Perfume, the soul’s own rendezvous. 💫