Scents And Dreams

The scent of you
Is all i'm left with
Still reminds me of you
If i could write an ode to you
It would not mean a thing

The essence of you
Is all my mind's with
Still crazy about you
If i could write a song for you
It would not mean a thing

The dream of you
Is all i sleep with
Still holds me to you
If i could knit a scarf for you
It would not bind a thing

The shadow of you
Is all i walk with
Still binds me with you
If i could build a boat for you
It would not sail a thing.

poem by by unknown author
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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