jasmine sends <br />its mindblowing <br />fragrance, allure <br />before it drops <br />to the ground <br />stepped on <br />and crushed <br />the pretty lass <br />picks her best <br />to cloth her years <br />colouring them with <br />dreams, excitements, <br />love, heartbreaks and all <br />before she loses her greatest asset <br />lined with lines that spread cancerous like spears <br />to stab at the heart <br />grandma's wedding pic <br />so dreamy her eyes <br />the man holding tight at the waist <br />beefing up her best years <br />jasmine sends its scent to the wind <br />a innocent pretty lass praying for love to come <br /> <br />inspired by <br /> <br />Carpe Diem <br />O mistress mine, where are you roaming? <br />O stay and hear! your true-love's coming <br />That can sing both high and low; <br />Trip no further, pretty sweeting, <br />Journey's end in lovers' meeting- <br />Every wise man's son doth know. <br />What is love? 'tis not hereafter; <br />Present mirth hath present laughter; <br />What's to come is still unsure: <br />In delay there lies no plenty, - <br />Then come kiss me, Sweet and twenty, <br />Youth's a stuff will not endure. <br />William Shakespeare<br /><br />john tiong chunghoo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/carpe-diem-2/
