From Calvin Klein to Eternity

A note of freesia shall linger where

We turn, and never stop, into each other

And scale adagio the muted air.

A note of mandarin shall find another - 

From sweet, to spice and tart, our lives may weave

A tapestry with threads as loose and frayed.

Which dare a note of sage to dream, and leave

More health than ill, more comfort than afraid.  

Or else muguet shall poison swift as snake - 

But left alone, our valleys sing its scent

And thereby let Madonna Lily wake

With note of white, and lilt, and never spent.

Patchouli shall endure, and sandalwood

Endow us with a century of good.  

From Calvin Klein to Eternity © Ron Villejo