A man talks about his love for his partner through her scent or maybe he is simply talking about his love of flowers?

I breath each day awaiting your scent,
This love of ours, with boundless intent.
I still recall that first date perfume,
Assisted seduction, a flower would bloom.

That unique scent, ignites my desire,
Fills me with passion, and adds to the fire.
Creates endless craving for that tender touch,
And those divine whispers, that I love so much.

Truly special, this love smells so sweet,
You bring out the sunshine, and all of the heat.
That scent of yours, drives me crazy,
From now on, I shall call you my daisy.

by Martin Dejnicki

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