You are my jasmine flower,
soft and pure as moonlight,
your fragrance drifts through the air,
wrapping me in sweetness,
drawing me closer with every breath.

Your petals, white as fresh snow,
are small whispers of beauty,
delicate and calm,
like a secret shared only with the night.

You bloom quietly,
not asking for attention,
but the world stops to notice,
the stars bow in your presence,
the breeze carries your scent like a song.

When I am near you,
the air feels softer,
the world slows down,
and all that matters is you.

You stay with me,
even when you are far away,
your memory lingers,
like the jasmine’s perfume at dawn.

Oh, my jasmine flower,
you are more than beauty
you are peace,
you are loved,
you are home.

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