Everlasting Scent.


Every single part of you –
your hair, your body,
your heart,
your very naked soul –
they stink.

Lay among fragrant flowers;
Take thousands of showers;
Drown yourself in perfume;
Scrub your skin off;
The pungent stench won’t wash off.
You will still reek

of Love.




No matter how hard you hide it, or how persistent your denial is,
you can’t erase yourself.
You’re still one of the most loving and caring person I’ve ever known.
Yes, sometimes It bothers me, too; I even slightly hate being me.
Loving or caring too much towards ungrateful people can be annoying.
But we are what we are; Being loving and caring define both of us.
It runs in our blood.

P.S : Doesn’t necessarily mean that you smell bad. You’re not. I Love your scent.



  1. Andreas Fleps Poet/Author · December 16, 2015

    Really love this! 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

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