THE SWEET FRAGRANCE

O' how, I long
to be in Aurea's arms again,
when Andalusia's Red Carnations flare.
The sweet fragrance,
re-kindles our love-affair.

Un-diminished embers of my mind,
evoke the memory of her.
My lust's ar' mixed.
Euphoria just an interlude

to be-whitching in-queries.
The thing is: How can I be a husband,
when, I hear her siren-call
of long-ago? But like the Red Carnation;
an affair like this, withers!