A whiff of sweet rosy redolence
A glimpse of its orange hood
Twas familiar, that benign presence,
The presence of something good.
Bliss and a surreal romance
Twas nothing but true
What began with a fleeting glance
Is the prelude of something new.
Enamoured of the titillation
In the pristine abode I stood
The heart sang with dreamy elation
It heard the whisper of something good.
They wiped off a stray ocular dew
The hope and the feeling so true
Grief, turned upon its heel to bid adieu
Knowing, tis the time for something new