Name on a perfume bottle
A poem in a word
Two words make it a drama
Month of May!
Green outside
Alone I play with little bottles
To kill time
Requête, Mon Ame, L’Air du Temps
Soir de fête, Imprudence, Magie
Près du coeur, Moment Suprême, Je reviens
Sealing one’s passion into words.
Is this a vice? If so
I shall accept my punishment
And carry out the verdict: Forget!