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This Gift (poem)

Updated on July 1, 2016


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

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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

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As morning comes to wash the night away

To echo in another memory

A soft familiar scent still thrills the air

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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 10 months ago from southern USA

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

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      Dianna Mendez 9 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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      Deb Hirt 9 months ago from Stillwater, OK

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

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