A fragrance lost to time and space, Its essence lies in an unknown place. No notes to speak of, no memories to trace, Yet my heart aches for its elusive embrace. How can a scent that's never been known, Stir such longing, such melancholy tones? Is it the promise of what could have been, Or the fear that it will never be seen? I dream of the day when it will be found, When its aroma will waft all around. But until then, my heart will grieve, For a perfume that only I can perceive. A fragrance that's never been smelled, But its power over me has held. A phantom scent that lingers on, Its mystery forever lives on
Written by Deniz Ertaş