Sweet myrtle - Gossia fragrantissima no.2
By Ray Z
Published 23 July 2024
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.