Scented Memory
It’s early in the evening
Smell of Jasmine fills the air
The crickets start their singing
The sun shows it’s last glare
The colored blaze is fading
Giving way to lunar flair
The stars, for lovers sparkling
The breeze, gently blowing hair
Deft fingers move, caressing
The hand of a lady fair
A moment thus inviting
The softly whispered prayer
Of a love-struck fool, hoping
For her life with him to share
Her answer quick in coming
In the form of smiling stare
Lips meet, forever binding
The two lovers as one pair
This timeless image burning
Into hearts unaware
So that jasmine scented evenings
Will forever bring them there
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