Your tenderness has pervaded into the very pore of my being. Last night I inhaled the fragrance of the moon!

All my memories still smell of you.

Women are flowers to be loved. Inhale their fragrance. But don't try to understand them!

Sometimes the tender breeze can help us in feeling the presence of someone by bringing us their fragrance.

Your fragrance wafts around me all the time!

The tender breeze felt my loneliness. It brought me your fragrance.

The charm is in waiting... The fragrance of a hope... The sublimity of a dream... The eloquence of a silence... The resplendence of darkness... The heat of winter... The cold of summer... The flashback of a memory... The unliving of a moment...

Sometimes the tender breeze can help us feel the presence of someone by bringing us their fragrance.

When I woke up in the morning the Sun was already up but hiding behind the clouds. The trees were swaying in the breeze. The clouds were floating as small boats in the sky. A strange fragrance caught me by surprise. I felt a rapturous frenzy inhaling it. The breeze drifted from the South and made me nostalgic. And life went on charting its own course. Life will paint you a masterpiece if you have the patience to see it!