Jasmine

I have got a garden and it is not of million species

I am happy with the level at which this shrub spices my vicinity

She is a sweet fragrance and she beats myrrh

She perfumes my entire being

She is my incense- so she is of great sense

She is poet’s Jasmine

Dear cutters do not pass by my garden for I adore my goddess plant

I do not want it haunted

Spread your arching branches to hug me

I am a butterfly

Hummingbirds and butterflies are bewitched by your aroma

They say you grow well under pinching

They simply meant that you are supposed to be kissed

Time and again as recognition of your saccharine radiance

You give my soul a reason to dance

Thank you for the hands that made you

She is problem free and common to my inner atom

Sunlight and your rays please kiss my yard sweet

Her incense has long chased away my demons and my fears

Your white flowers are my towers

I am an open compound, grow unto your places

I understand why leaves are green, you put many to class

I shall not buy perfume

You are an eternal vine