Shampoo

He places his hands,
on her slender shoulders.

Squeezes them gently.

Rests his head on hers,

breathing in her scent.

Her hair is slightly damp.

Noticing faint traces,
of raspberry shampoo,
he smiles.
It is his favorite,
because it feels like home.
It's a scent he can never forget.
Home is not where his heart is,
but where she is.
Her smile lights up his day,
her laugh so light and happy, 
that he finds himself laughing too.

He met her on a random Tuesday.
She was sitting in the library,
tears of laughter resting on her cheeks.
He knew right then,
that he loved her.
Nothing could be more real,
than someone embracing her tears.
He asked her name,
she blushed but gave in to his request.
Rose.
Like the beautiful flower,
she opened her petals to him.
Glimpsing in to her personality, 
he felt overwhelmed with joy.
To find the perfect piece,
to his complicated puzzle.
Was more than he could have wished for.