She smells of Chamomile & Marigolds

In gardens of ink, her tales unfold,

Chamomile whispers, marigolds bold.

Her pen weaves dreams in fragrant prose,

A writer whose essence gracefully flows.

He, a man of carefree charm,

In country clubs, his heart's alarm.

Rambles of dreams and Hollywood's sight,

Sales and stories take flight in his light.

She breathes words in floral embrace,

While he sells dreams with effortless grace.

A writer's scent, a lover's dream,

Their worlds entwine in a harmonious stream.