Morning and Jasmine Flowers

This morning and the jasmine bloom.
Fragments of some forgotten wrong.
Pride and hurt, a few pretenses.
I cannot forget you, not one bit!

The moment I turn away, I drown in verse.
To hold you close, to keep you near.
In all my unspoken sentences.
Even writing you, I don't forget!

Some reckless, slow-burning evening.
The barn owl's intoxicated eyes.
My turbulent storm and fountain.
I will never let you go!

Dust gathers in heaps on book pages.
Those old bird-call signals.
My pen and notebook—they're distracted.
Still, I will never lose you!

This spring, love doesn't take hold.
Evening doesn't linger in the mind.
My season of bloom won't pass.
That's why I never let you go!