The sweet scent of wild jasmine fills the cool night air,
when my love enters the room a vision of beauty and grace,
I stand amongst the crowd mesmerized,
when she looks upon me I am spellbound,
bewitched by her lovely visage,
when she smiles at me I become transfixed,
I stand entranced at the sound of her low soft voice,
my heart fills with a song when I hear her call my name,
overcome with joy am I when she dances into my arms,
she gives me a sweet peck upon my blushing cheek,
and I'm in heaven smelling the wonderful scent of jasmine in the air.
Donavon Scott Vinson
A poem that I wrote late in 2002 after going perfume shopping with my wife.