Your sensory smell

Your smell is like no season

Though the storms of spring

And the sunshine of summer

Both envy you

Just as winter wishes

That its snow were as soft as your skin

And fall complains most vocally that

Its leave cannot be as peacefully free

As your hair in the wind

How all of these times and seasons do wish

That they had

The naturally light aroma of your fragrant skin

But they don't, Saria

Its only you who do

And to me have ever been

Amazed in sense

Saria