My Jasmine Poem by Jonathan Luvweyi

There was coldness
Before your warmth.
There was bitterness,
Before this touch,
Became Familiar to my concious,
By your honey coated
Sweet and pestering acts.

My face was ruled by a fierce man,
His name is depressor anguli Oris,
Before him nothing was fan,
He permitted no smiles.
But then you came,
A magician without a wand.
Even the mention of your name,
Became a necessary want.

You taught many confidence,
You shared your notes, about life's purpose from a source full of prudence, then there was this thing about you, something that even the muscles in my head couldn't dispute was you loyal love.

I thrust my love away,
Suspending it in the air,
Like a feather it battled the strong wind,
But couldn't find where to land.
She was a fragile feather,
Shy and appeared only under warm weather.
Even though I threw her in the search, I kept her under constant watch.

But your love was masculine,
Not scared of all that lay in between.
You gave it up freely,
I saw the effect of its energy.
Whenever you came close to those you knew, they left your presence like someone new.
How can a noble man not admire such an adorable amalgam,
A creation of compassion churned with passion.

It was special when I made you mine,
A remarkable event in my timeline.
You loved me like your first one, believe me it felt like reliving my first time