Small and white,
Their scent a delight,
Blooms at night.
String  them with your hand,
In your wedding garland.
Pluck these fragile flowers,
As offers,
On the graves of your loved ones,
Light a scented candle when done.

In a garden,
As beautiful as heaven,
At night Jasmine,
With white silky lips,
Unfolded its perfumed petals,
Blossoms in ethereal beauty,
With a creamy glow.
In the morning the Red Rose in bud,
Drenched in dew,
Unfurled its petals one by one,
On a single stem with its prickly thorn,
Sassy and beautiful.
Each with an ego of,
"I am the best",
Their hatred flared,
In fumes their scent flowed in waves.
The  birds and insects looked on,
Prayed for peace,
Tried to pacify them.
Then one day their enmity changed to love.
Bees and butterflies sang and chanted love songs,
As they sipped their nectar.
Soon The Rose proposed,
My love, let's get married,
For long have we tarried.
So the hummingbird  flew them to them to a famous wedding planner,
To be stringed into garlands,
Jasmine for the bride,
And The Red Rose for the groom.
The couple took their vows,
So did The Rose and Jasmine.
They made a beautiful pair,
And their children were called Jasrose.

carousing with breeze,
scent  of jasmine was my gift;
made me airborne quick!

jasmine jostles
leaves fold

I watch

steel and glass contain
assuaged by structure

the wind blows
but not here

Fragrant
Her very name a typically beautiful flower
But to me, Jasmine is my queen.
I love her to death
I'd burst out of my petals to tell her so!
But she's someone else's flower now.
And even though she picked me first,
I continue to wilt
Without her.

A flower that's always there,
I could leave her for weeks;
And she would still bloom.
Just never knowing how to respond to sadness;
nor tragedies.

Sitting with her just feels so right,
Be it in laughter;
Or in silence.
A thousand people could not even compare,
To her warmth.

But now she's wilting,
She's disappearing away,
To cope with her own sorrows,
Ones which I couldn't even help,
Or she would even share.

I'm just so lost,
Not in my own problems,
But without her,
I'm alone in this world.

I wouldn't be a burden to her.
But its just so hard.
Nothing could be compared,
To see your best friend disappearing away.


-HIY.

She is exotically sweet,
like cherry blossoms blooming
in the warm summer heat.
She is softer than spring,
and more delicate than daisies.
She sleeps in the rain,
bathed in the moonlight.
She loves like the sun,
and lives by the moon.
She is a creature of holiness,
her soul made of sunflowers.
She is a beackon of light,
for ships lost at sea.
She is born of the earth,
made of dirt,
and the leaves.
She is a **** that grows wildly,
among a field of planted seeds.
She is free in her spirit
for what she believes.
She is a guarder of those
who have no voice to speak.
She is heaven and hell,
mixed up times three.
She is an angel of earth,
given the force of the sea.
She is a rose without thorns,
and white as could be.
She is a rare expression of love,
favored by the bees.
She is a perfect jasmine flower,
the most beautiful you will ever see.