Jasmine Rose
Rapt in the familiar fragrance, jasmine rose,
the allure of its passionate quintessence
swirling full circle to its enchanting close.
I smiled, the flower mimicking your essence
presumed itself a suitable contestant
against power of which you are attestant.
Not today, nor lifetime, can flowers compare
to the bewitchment of your hypnotic air.
Copyright © Linda Alice Fowler | Year Posted 2024
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