Wisping gardenia scents, tickling my nose, a love that lingers, from many years ago.
First glance, love at first sight, your memory encircles, from a terrace of moonlight.
Absorbing delicate aromas, scented from your love, petals stolen straight, from the lips of an ivory dove.
Evasive hopes, dreams– a timeless, frail bloom, moments we once shared–mon jardinier parfum.
My gardenia has finally bloomed y’all! I just had to write a poem about it, being I have smelled its sweet perfume all week long, from my back porch🤗🌞