I lay in a bed of petals, the moonlight
covering us both in a airy blanket.
Blooms crushed as we move, their scent
rising, caressing my skin, tickling my nose.

Your eyes capture me,
as I touch your face in wonder.
Outline the lines and planes and dark
shadowed valleys of you,

As if I could outline
the valleys and planes
and lines of your soul.

The scent of jasmine fills the night
with soft sweet sighs of delight...

Making love, a sharp marvelous pain.
Ecstasy, piquant with the desire,
To fall so deeply into you
that some part of me stays forever.

So when you are old, or sad,
you can take me out, hold me near your heart
and know what forever means.

The scent of jasmine fills the night
with soft sweet sighs of delight...

--Gayathri