Give me thy fragrant...
In order to become my life breath...
And let me touch you...
To share the warmth...
My jasmine...
White was calming for the heart...
Flowed soft removed restless...
Lighted the feeling that became dark...
My jasmine...
You indeed not roses...
It was pretty that the form...
However thorny...
You also not the orchid...
That various colours...
But was thirsty for attention...
You were the sincerity...
That could not be compared...
My jasmine...
Blossomed beside me...
Together...
Welcomed the morning sun...
To the end of later.
