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My favorit Parfumes in Golden Island Poetry

A Life with Chanel No.5
In the heart of the tropics, where the palms sway low,
A maiden dreams beneath the moon’s soft glow,
Her eyes on the stars, where her wishes take flight,
To a world far beyond, in the hush of the night.

She whispers to the wind of Parisian streets,
Of cobblestones echoing with her model’s beats,
In Chanel No. 5, she finds her sweet grace,
A scent of escape, of a life she’ll embrace.

Oh, to leave behind the shores kissed by the sun,
For a city where dreams and desires are spun,
She waits for her prince, with eyes full of light,
To carry her far, through the veil of the night.

From the warmth of the islands to a life in the west,
In his arms, she’ll find love and the life she loves best,
In Paris, she’ll dance, in the glow of the Seine,
Her dreams will take flight, free from all pain.

And as she breathes in the essence of her desire,
Her heart will burn with the Parisian fire,
For in every dream, in every tender sigh,
She sees a world where love and dreams never die.

 

Dream of Coco
In my dreams, I wear the scent so sweet,
Coco Mademoiselle, a whisper at my feet,
A fragrance of allure, so soft, so fine,
In its embrace, I know he will be mine.

I close my eyes and see his gaze,
As I walk by, in a Parisian haze,
He’ll breathe me in, and with a smile,
He’ll be enchanted, lost for a while.

Though I can’t afford its golden touch,
In my dreams, it doesn’t matter much,
For in that scent, I’ll find the key,
To tempt his heart, to set us free.

 

 

Secret Balm
But time, it whispers softly in my ear,
I see the lines, the marks of every year,
The first faint wrinkles, a shadow of age,
On this face that dreams of a brighter stage.

Yet, I’ve heard of a secret from lands afar,
Where the blossoms bloom beneath a rising star,
In Japan, they’ve crafted a delicate cream,
To keep youth alive, to preserve every dream.

I’ll take that balm, with hands so light,
And smooth it gently in the softest night,
To hide the years, to turn back time,
So when he sees me, I’ll be in my prime.

In each tender stroke, I’ll feel the grace,
Of a younger glow returning to my face,
And as I wait for him, beneath the moon’s soft gleam,
I’ll look as youthful as the girl in my dream.