Saturday, February 4, 2012

Chanel no 5...

Even before you arrived
You reached me, my love...
And I without ado dived
Into your Chanel number five...

Felt perhaps Ernest Beaux
Made that perfume after seeing you...
Who preceded whom?
You? the perfume?

Whoever followed whom
I am surely doomed!
 Your precious perfumed teardrops
 My heart for a few moments stops...

O my demimonde!
Give me just another day...
To be thus mesmerised
By your Chanel five prized!







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