His Scent

In crowded rooms, my heart beats fast, Whenever he walks slowly past. His scent, a mix of woods and spice, A fragrance rare, beyond the price. It lingers in the air so sweet, A silent whisper, soft and fleet. In dreams, I chase that elusive trace, Imagining his warm embrace. His presence fills the empty space, With just a hint, I see his face. A crush so pure, so deep, so true, All sparked by scents that drift and woo. Though words may falter, courage spent, My secret lies in his dear scent. A silent hope, a gentle plea, That one day, he will notice me.