Verse 12

आमोदस्य यथा पुष्पं शौक्ल्यस्य तुहिनं यथा ।तथैष रस आधारश्चित्तस्याभिन्नतां गतः

In plain words

As the flower is to its fragrance, as frost is to its whiteness -- so this rasa, the support of citta, has become one with it, undivided.