Thanks for responding. Glad for your delightfully true.
sheeesh...with your poetry no doubt you've men and women swooning...
single or attached...and, you'd need no frangrance for one to know you...
just read you...Mmmmmmm.
The sad part is ~I~ have buy my own perfume, (cept. for BD and Mother's D,.gift from children, which keeps me pretty well supplied.) There is a little joke about my perfume. Just recently I've moved to be closer to daughter and son, but prior it had been many years,& states and/or 100's of miles apart. I only wear one kind of french perfume, ever...since they were little and one time my daughter smelled the fragrance in a dept. store, (though out-of-state from me), hunted down the source(woman) to be sure I wasn't somehow magically there...she told the woman, you smell just like my mom...who lives far away, and the lady gave her a hug...smiles....
anyway, it is Christmas and I've run out and that sorta led to this poem, but I think every single woman can relate. Spritzing in air to know I am still alive was from fond memories, etc. etc....Also, maybe I am just in love with me! Ha! Tsk! Thanks for input.
Amusemi, Thanks, glad you relate.
Aenimal, Yes...but, kinda lightweight.
Thanks.... Happy Holidays, All, Pat
..without surrender, be on good terms with all persons..