He seeks her here, he seeks her there, that poor man seeks her everywhere. But where she is, no one will tell, that damned, elusive, fragrant smell.
Reason for writing:
I was asked to write a happy poem. This adaptation of a rhyme about the Scarlet Pimpernel is as happy as I'm likely to get in the near future, until I find her. I've been within sniffing distance, but that's not close enough. Nice smell though.
Birth sign: Scorpio
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