Mystery overwhelms,

          What primal instinct besets?

Has true being been revived,

          Will there be any regrets?

Chains of promises secure,

          Their links crafted from desire.

While sensuous mist surrounds

          With hints of exotic fire.

Scarlet shades of promise,

          Bouquets without flower.

Announce coming presence,

          As though thru Jasmine bower.

No secret to reveal,

          Nor hidden course ensue,

The gift to this world,

          Is the scent that is you.