"Cherie" Miss Dior

Bubbly pink is the dawning.

Elegance is in the air.

Ribbons of roses burst

as the cork is released 

from cherie champagne.

Bouquets of blooming blossoms burgeon as

mesmerising flashbacks of an English tea party 

flourish in my mind.

Tinges of perfection are smeared all over 

like a vivid painting of pastel hues.

But,

it is a paradox. Can't 

you see? Under its mask lays an ominous cloud,

growing,

Drawing me into a haze of intoxicating fumes;

drowning me into another world.

That gentle touch of sweet toxicity.

It is a paradox;

The most elegant of them all;

It is Cherie, Miss Dior.