Sitting beside a rippling freshet, I can miraculously taste the perfumed scent of a beautiful woman who once lay beside its illustrious beauty.
So potent is her feminine fragrance that I cannot stop thinking of her, even in moments of quiet solitude.
Drawn into a romantic frenzy, I imagined the wind kissing her pretty face with the tenderness she always dreamed of.
If only I could cultivate the soil she walked upon, I would observe the new life coming into existence beneath her graceful footsteps.
If the sweetest scent my heart has ever known is all vanity, then happy is this moment I have come to relish and embrace.
Her perfumed scent will forever remain in my heart, until time or a miracle escorts her glorious image to join me in a tender moment beside this rippling freshet.