Sweet myrtle - Gossia fragrantissima

In gardens where the myrtle grows,

A fragrance pure, its presence shows.

Leaves of green, a tender sight,

Beneath the sky, in morning light.

White blooms whisper tales of old,

Of myths and stories gently told.

A symbol of love, eternal and true,

In petals kissed by morning dew.

In ancient lands, where poets dreamed,

The myrtle's grace in verses gleamed.

A plant of peace, of joy and cheer,

Its beauty known, both far and near.

By pathways lined and courtyards bright,

The sweet myrtle stands in soft twilight,

With every breeze, its essence flows,

A timeless charm that ever grows.