In the supermarket aisle, I stand,
Hundreds of shampoos at my command.
Excitement fills the air, I dive right in,
Testing scents, creating a whirlwind.
Eyes half-closed, each bottle I uncap,
For the shampoo you love, I'm on this map.
Red, yellow, green, white, all in a row,
Choosing the perfect one, don't you know?
Anticipation bubbles, like a fizzy drink,
Twisting open the lid, what will I think?
Long roads lead to memories of you,
Still lingering, sweet and fragrant, it's true.
Just like that hug from the other day,
Or the scent you left on my shirt's display,
My mind wanders, lost in your embrace,
Breathing love, like shampoo in its grace.
Summer heat, your memory's a breeze,
Shampoo nostalgia, put my mind at ease.
The aisles become our secret rendezvous,
Invisible kisses, fragrant and true.
Happiness bottled up, waiting to burst,
Twist the cap, and the magic's rehearsed.
Lonely roads, yet your presence remains,
Sweet and aromatic, love's fragrant chains.
Just like that hug from the other day,
Or the scent you left on my shirt's display,
My mind wanders, lost in your embrace,
Breathing love, like shampoo in its grace.
Even when you're not here by my side,
Your essence lingers, a comforting tide.
Summer's heat, your memory's refrain,
Shampoo whispers, love's sweetest rain.
Just like that hug from the other day,
Or the scent you left on my shirt's display,
My mind wanders, lost in your embrace,
Breathing love, like shampoo in its grace.
And as the sun sets, shadows grow long,
Shampoo melodies, our secret song.
Love, like bubbles, lingers in the air,
In every shampoo bottle, you're still there.