Perfumed Paper

Once she got home, she wrote a note to him
On perfumed paper that she’d kept to show
Him just how much she felt – her pen nibs skim
Across the blank cream sheets; and soon she’ll go
To post the envelope her lips have licked,
Containing all the words she has selected;
They give voice to the sentiments that pricked
Her conscientious mind that is affected
By hope that he will, soon, share this disease
Called love and write post haste to prove the case
That he has read her words and they so please
He cannot lose the bright smile from his face:
The one she had in mind when, in the gloom,
She wrote on perfumed paper in her room.