Eau de toi
Your smell seems to haunt me
Sometimes it feels like a loving embrace
And sometimes like a tease.
How different it would be
If you were my own.
© Rosalie Miller 2007
Your smell seems to haunt me
Sometimes it feels like a loving embrace
And sometimes like a tease.
How different it would be
If you were my own.
© Rosalie Miller 2007
Truth seems so elusive
I spend my life searching for it.
Just when I think I’ve found it
It won’t be owned by me.
© Rosalie Miller 2002