Fragrance

Fragrance She enters the room, and notices the redness of the green-stemmed rose. The color of the perfume is a champagne gold. Secret are plates decorated with a homemade spaghetti dinner, For little can be seen by light of the raspberry candles. Then she hears a whisper from behind the fresh pine Christmas tree, “Come get the creamy milk chocolates made especially for you… There is a surprise waiting for you in the shadows.” She laughs as she picks up her favorite perfume off the coffee table And throws her black satin jacket on the new leather couch. She casually replies, “There’s a stranger in my house. No man I know would buy my favorite perfume, And cook dinner too.” “Come behind the tree,” he whispers, “and see.” She steps behind the tree and recognizes the aftershave. “You clean up nice,” she professes as she hugs him tight. “So you recognize me…” he says softly as he grabs her supple right hand, “…but I can’t see you without this,” and he slides a diamond ring on her slender finger. She simply gazes at his brown eyes, his black hair, and his sweet dark lips, And can only blink the tears away… And when she opens her eyes She is surprised to find Her daughter had crawled into bed right beside her… Right under her nose.