Mademoiselle

She looks like the weather,

Like sunshine reflecting on the blue canvas of the earth,

After a week full of dull days.

She talks like the birds,

Like silent but sweet,

As if they’ve just woken up from a slumber.

She smells of petrichor,

Like earthy but warm,

Fragrance you’ll never forget.

So, when she walks in the room,

Carrying sunshine in her smile,

Laughter in her voice,

Followed by an unforgettable fragrance,

You ought to stop,

Breathe,

Sigh,

Look,

Smile,

Love,

And apologize,

For not listening to what she was telling you.