Jasmine

Jasmine is a precious flower,

One of its own precious kind.

My Jasmine which devoured

the scary fogs within my mind.

My Jasmine is a fragile plant

with the strongest roots I've seen.

My Jasmine is the one true Saint

that not everyone could deem.

My Jasmine is my one true friend

to give me lessons and advice.

My Jasmine, never having to pretend

to be another for another's prejudice.

My Jasmine is a precious flower,

A teardrop in the big wide sky.

My Jasmine, she's given me power

to be myself, no need to cry.

My Jasmine is for good with me

through storms and in the sun.

My Jasmine is my precious maiden

to be my one muse in one life's run.

Автор: Деница Борисова, 11 в клас