This Gift (poem)

I felt you drifting by again last night

As my lips were taken by a dream

Whose passion made imagination steam

Till only thoughts of you remained in sight


I lay within your arms amid the stream

Of promises your presence would ignite

While wondering what senses would excite

Warm breezes adding music to your theme


As morning comes to wash the night away

To echo in another memory

A soft familiar scent still thrills the air


I open up my window to this day

This gift which changes all reality

Sweet Jasmine is my lover waiting there

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Faith Reaper 7 months ago from southern USA

Steamy imagination drifting with the sweet scent of Jasmine ...sounds lovely.

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teaches12345 7 months ago

With Faith's thoughts above, we have Jasmine growing all around our back yard and the scent is intoxicating. Your poem brings this together for a reader, beauty, romance enhanced by the scent of love.

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aviannovice 7 months ago from Stillwater, OK

This could be quite a tribute. Your work has improved so much over the years.

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