Fragrant words,
Oh how absurd,
N?er touched the heart of sweet Celeste
Or pulsed the blood
N?er through her veins
Such futile words-
A waste.
Packaged by a dreamer
Who could but only dream
Now packed away inside a heart
Will never more be seen.

No more a nest of petals
Instilled in summers bloom
Cast forth the dreamer's musings
In fragrantless perfume.

A mind seduced in innocence
Laid naked 'neath the power
Helpless afore the fragrance
Succumbed to Jazmine flower
No more the glow of autumn
In whispered velvet tones
No more distorted memories
For a heart that turns to stone

All passioned will, lies dormant
A silken blade did sever
No more in wistful longing
In dreams of Jazmine-heaven

Will turn my head from all divine  
In silence, scream her name
N?er watch the wilting of the vine
Once tamed 
The songstress' flame 

And I will still the river
From where these passions flow
But n?er a force upon this earth
Can end this love I know
My mornings will belong to her
As will all waking hours
Unending 
All eternal
My love for Jazmine flower

For they?re but fools who think that one
Could ever take her place
For all I feel
This love for real
Can never be replaced

No more in wistful longing
A life so passionless
Cocooned alone
In heart of stone
My love for sweet Celeste
No more fragrant words
Be heard
Now lay them all at rest
Tho? touched the corners of my world
Lay dead before Celeste