Estee Lauder youth-dew
the chosen perfume of
my wife, all she'd
ask for at
Christmas
Helen would wear it and
I just wanted to lay down
with her, and take In
the beautiful
sent
Rest my head upon her
chest, feel my head gently
rise and fall with every
breath she
took
To bathe In the softness of her
beautiful body, so well In
her youth she looked
after her
skin
Severed her so well later In
life, even Into her late 40s
she had the body so
smooth, like sixteen
again I always told
her so
Her perfume she'd wear it and smell
So beauriful she wore it so well