My perfume

My scent is a mystery,

A potion of sweet and spice,

A hint of rose and jasmine,

With undertones of ice.

I am the breath of springtime,

The petals of the bloom,

I am the essence of the night,

And the light of the moon.

I am the whisper on the wind,

The softness of the air,

I am the one that lingers,

When you're no longer there.

My perfume is my story,

Told in every note,

A symphony of memories,

That you'll never forget.

So come and take a sniff,

And let my scent fill your nose,

And know that you'll be thinking,

Of the fragrance that compose.