The jasmine grows beside the fence <br />Its flowers of the purest white, <br />They touch my soul with deepest joy <br />As they now shine in morning light. <br /> <br />Like flakes of snow they rest upon <br />The leafy stems of green surround, <br />So fragile that my heart would break <br />If one should fall down to the ground. <br /> <br />The dew does rest in droplets fine <br />And as the sun does slowly rise, <br />Between the branches of the trees <br />A mirror of the dawning skies. <br /> <br />The jasmine grows beside the fence <br />With radiance like stars above, <br />As there within the shadows lie <br />It yields to me a sign of love.<br /><br />ANDREW BLAKEMORE<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/jasmine-8/
