Away from the scent you love the most,
Eccentricities that cannot anyone host,
Laughs that **** the excruciating woes,
Smiles that swoon the tangled furrows,
Persiflages hidden in the frivolous boasts,
Fleeting skirmishes drenching with Rose,
Trenchant wits stippling Eros.
How can you be extant, my love, I'm a ghost.