His charm of Incense

It all started with flowers

A year short of silver celebration

When first time ever received coronation.

This expression had magical powers,

For she was a dreamer of beautiful bowers.

Where she would spend time in anticipation,

Of fairies hovering with wands enhancing imagination.

Stepping forth on a grassy bed and purple showers.

Such utopia with love and care

Laid to tread captured her heart unaware

Forever bound to fragrance

Her soul remained in a trance

With such lingering scent

Towards sublime bent.