It was to be like any other day….

          A perfunctory pat on the moppets's head, a token hug to the wife

          On to Boardroom brawls, Power Lunches, Charity Dinners...

         A cursory glance at the obituary listings, hit me right in the solar plexus

         Mon Amour, my Raison d'etre , hard to believe, was no more.

         Was it only yesterday, her father had dismissed our 'undying love' proclamations

         called me an unworthy suitor, a social upstart  after her monies?

         My love meekly acquiesced , broke my heart into thousand pieces

          This rejection became my driving force..

          Quickly climbed the social ladders  and married  into  money 

          The trophy wife never understood why Perfume to me, was always simple Floral     

          My love's death is her redemption and my release…

          from the all pervading fragrance of her floral perfumes…