A pleasant petrichor filled the air,
And I can sense my nostrils flare.
As it drenches me in its scent,
I feel speechless this moment.
Words failed me that moment too,
When for the first time I met you.
As a heady petrichor filled my mind,
Words to utter I just could not find.
Our first meeting by the lake,
The touch of our handshake,
Our brief smiles and a nod,
Seemed so funny and odd!
The first rain of love and its petrichor,
Captured us totally in their power.
Fragrance of love had filled us both,
To release our hands we were loath.
That lingering scent never left me,
You are my first love, don’t you see?
You went away but I am still here,
Filled with your petrichor, my dear.