Not Jasmine's sweetness, nor the rose's pride,
Love's fragrance whispers, deep inside.
An earthy scent, of fertile, sun-warmed ground,
Where life begins, with silent, steady sound.

Moss-covered stones, and dampened forest floor,
A primal rhythm, at love's very core.
The scent of roots, that burrow strong and true,
A grounded passion, ever fresh and new.

Rich, musky notes, of nature's sweet embrace,
Love's earthy scent, a love that time won't erase.