The jasmine is by far my favorite flower

Though not as elegant as the orchid

Or glamorous as the rose

Its fragrance is pure and strong, seductive

Like a steadfast love or a close friendship

With someone you care for deeply and profoundly

In the morning as the sun rises

I discover tears in the eyes of those that I love

The poisonous snake bites – leaving innocent victims

In their pain they cry out, wounded and dying

But they do not survive despite my best efforts

Through all this pain I strive to hold on

I remember the love in the eyes of those that are lost

And in the sky I see clouds

Taking the form of a jasmine flower

The sky opens up and cries with me

Icy rain pelting my face as I look up

There it is, in the rain, the pure and seductive scent

And the hint of the jasmine

that was always in her eyes