Scents
by Anthony Holcomb
Oh, precious scents
from the past.
Why did they steal my lover,
right from my grasp…
They took her away,
without even a chance for good-bye.
She couldn’t even see the tears,
that fell from my eyes…
Could she tell from our last touch,
just what she means to me?
Could she really tell,
that our love is meant to be…
Or will i be chasing her scent,
through out the rest of Eternity…