Pleasantly hypnotic fragrance vanilla,
Sea breezes from the bay lift her mantilla;
Ever present the faint scent of vanilla,
She sits smiling behind the lace mantilla;
Strains of music warm her heart with vanilla,
A small tapping toe sways the lace mantilla;
A single candle scents the air vanilla,
The lad in church who pulled her small mantilla;
She laced his steaming coffee with vanilla,
On bowed head he gently placed her mantilla;
As fragrant candles spew incense vanilla,
Still gracing her face the black lace mantilla;
Their pyre's ashes whisper the scent vanilla,
Flames melting the delicate lace mantilla;
Silenced the hypnotic fragrance vanilla.
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Author Notes
In love we never know what binds our hearts: a scent, a song, a place. Thank you angelheart for the use of your beautiful picture.
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