The scent of jasmine
Drifting from your hair
Strikes my head in the morn
Wakes me up from a slumber
I look for you at
The pond sitting on stair
Shedding sleep from face
Basking body in morning glare
Wish I could be there
As down into water you go
In a light feet to wash your
Beauty to give it a divine glow
Copyright @Tiku 04/09/2015
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Surely it's a beautiful poem.. but the title is most remarkable. a lover's hidden desire is expressed as he is looking at his lady love stealthily. thank you