THE SCENT OF A JASMINE FLOWER There is something in your voice. When I hear it find my true calling. smile. see understand the beauty Of a joke told at right time And peace of two hearts Happily beating as one. eyes myself In way no mirror has ever shown me. past becoming The future that dream of. are things never say to you Stories soul — Yet ears always seem them Because you can beyond costume masks wear even when My silence doesn’t speak volumes. Your kindness feels priceless. If it could be bought and resold It would fortune itself. Perhaps that’s why feel By sheer stroke luck That struck goldmine. Nothing compares light touch. were guitar rockstar Though you’d laugh call me absurd. But play see for songs sing I’m solo suggest present shadow tomorrow. don’t mind sorrow may follow time borrow To glimpse runs out Like rabbit fleeing burning burrow. curves lips speak movement hips walk inspires poet write poem Fit coronation kings weddings queens powerful rings make all meaningful. about still can’t quite name. Poets have hidden their lines Somewhere between rhyme reason Thieves stolen grand heists sold musicians starving Inspiration or playwrights script Capable cult classic kingdom rom-coms. Painters painted hung On walls great museums. simple folk every day patterns homes mistake mundane. knows understands you. visits head minute hour stays night like scent jasmine flower. yet refuse name Even though cannot tame it. lives within completely overtaken bring Say because both nature older than somehow am meant conquer submit So tell how feel Right before caress kiss finally give do will already yours was written name Yasmine.