eau de parfume

Ever heard of an autobiography of a woman’s perfume? Here’s a beautiful one…

One day a poppy writes...
A stem made of words, red and shiny...
No one plants me, no one singles me out, I just grow.
Anywhere, a delicate flower, scattered here and there;
I bring delight to those who pick me,
I bloom when I am left alone,
I whisper to the mind, to the body;
that is so beautiful, inside, outside.
I stand upright, I lean, I lie down.
Place me on a heart and I'll make it throb.
Brush me across lips and I'll make them blush. ~Flower by Kenzo