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
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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