Her fragrance

Funny how I lose myself to her,
Intoxicated in heady fragrance
Of her soft and alluring perfume
And lose the man I knew, once were.

As if t'were  her very essence
Contained in a mere glass vile
To be blessed with the very presence
Of her beauty, and her every style.

Her image is clear in scent
And brightest though in darkness.
Image of a beauty heaven scent
In every way, scent, utterly flawless.