The Rose

The floating fragrance met me
several stairs from the top
where it sat, regal, attracting stares
drawing viewers into its perfumed embrace

In truth, I was the only viewer then
but its palpable pull convinced me all who took this path
would too be helplessly entranced
by its magnetic aroma

The copulation of colours, two become one
mingling, and birthing new shades
had caught me on the bottom step
The scent had sealed the deal, halfway up

As I bent to draw it deep into my nostrils
I saw the label, read its name
and shook my scent-drunk head
Double Delight was clearly a gross underestimate