Sweet myrtle - Gossia fragrantissima no.2

In a garden wild, beneath the azure sky,

The sweet myrtle grew, fragrant and shy.

Her leaves were green, her petals white,

In springtime bloom, a pure delight.

Aphrodite’s choice, with beauty so divine,

She wore the myrtle, love’s sacred sign.

A symbol of peace, of dreams so sweet,

In twilight’s hush, where shadows meet.

Her scent, a whisper in the night,

A touch of grace, in soft moonlight.

In lovers' hands, her branches lay,

Promises kept, where hearts would stay.

Oh, sweet myrtle, gentle and true,

In your embrace, love’s essence grew.