Ghost of the Moors
NA Perfume Description
In drop down - Default SAMPLE Clear Vial $4/5ml Cobalt Blue Bottle +12 ($16)
Wounded by the scent of lost love I am right here, right now waiting in the moors of this land walking over stones and I wait below the tree where once we both stood so near to each other.
Your hair the red vibrance of fire in the sunlight always took my breath away. Your beautiful Earnshaw eyes made me stumble every time I spoke. You laughed at me in your spoiled ways and looked down at my funny affection. I took your face in my hands and pulled you up to me and your smile dissolved into your eyes. I took a deep breath and put my lips to yours.
Now the grass has grown over through the rocks of the Moors and the tree is no longer. And memory is the place I seek as I stand upon the ground where we once stood embraced to love.
This was not what we planned and yet you know what makes me smile is remembering how we made a place here in the soil and pressed our bodies together as I recited poetry from the clouds above. And then you called upon the storms that brought down the eloquence of apt love and made the memory of what was to be into a somber moment the way the thunder releases its cries above me now. I secretly fell apart that afternoon when you spoke a spell to the wind.
I will always be your Heathcliff and my love for you will forever be the ghost of these moors.
If I inhale long enough I can smell where you once took my breath away. I will lay here where once we lay and it will make me happy in the moments between the heartbreak of truth. I miss you Cathy. Your spell on me and the thunder and rain will never be broken.
Our love is a Ghost of the Moors.
I am a Ghost of VA.
Rare Oud resin of wood, Saffron, Blue Heather and whispers from the Moors.
Wounded by the scent of lost love I am right here, right now waiting in the moors of this land walking over stones and I wait below the tree where once we both stood so near to each other.
Your hair the red vibrance of fire in the sunlight always took my breath away. Your beautiful Earnshaw eyes made me stumble every time I spoke. You laughed at me in your spoiled ways and looked down at my funny affection. I took your face in my hands and pulled you up to me and your smile dissolved into your eyes. I took a deep breath and put my lips to yours.
Now the grass has grown over through the rocks of the Moors and the tree is no longer. And memory is the place I seek as I stand upon the ground where we once stood embraced to love.
This was not what we planned and yet you know what makes me smile is remembering how we made a place here in the soil and pressed our bodies together as I recited poetry from the clouds above. And then you called upon the storms that brought down the eloquence of apt love and made the memory of what was to be into a somber moment the way the thunder releases its cries above me now. I secretly fell apart that afternoon when you spoke a spell to the wind.
I will always be your Heathcliff and my love for you will forever be the ghost of these moors.
If I inhale long enough I can smell where you once took my breath away. I will lay here where once we lay and it will make me happy in the moments between the heartbreak of truth. I miss you Cathy. Your spell on me and the thunder and rain will never be broken.
Our love is a Ghost of the Moors.
I am a Ghost of VA.
Rare Oud resin of wood, Saffron, Blue Heather and whispers from the Moors.
