Love doesn't taste
Like a bob of roses
But it does smells like that.
It comes from nowhere in seconds
And all your parts are touched with the love power.
Your mouth filled with the sweet murmur,
Notorills rich in pink odor.

But somehow the heart with sour a bit sadly.
You sense it only when you don't really sense
And you drown in the dull smell all too late
No sooner have you remembered it then you set them into memory.