Of musk and wood and hope you smelledThe whiff of you took my breath away.

You stood there without a care,

And didn’t give me a second glance. 

Adonis unaware of his Aphrodite.

Dreams became you and the unkind years did nothing to drown my yearning,

Sometimes, when serenity takes over and I look at the orange blob setting, 

and hear the trees rustling, 

I get a whiff of you, of musk and hope. 

And Aphrodite waits for her Adonis to come back to life.