My Jasmine of Night

In the first of its flowery years
The winter so strongly insane
A jasmine of night in fears
My window just across the lawn.

Cold ripping winds of no repute
Whizz past me to her tender shoots
Must have shivered to her root
With wind my worry too scoots.

Bereaved me off her numerous blooms
They get carried away from me
Faint some dabs with her fumes
Gifts of truce in a wink of wee.

When she sways in her quiet pains
In disguise carefully she lilts
In our distant intimacy she feigns
I cry to her to ward off guilts.

Oblations of youth this winter seizes
I weep in tear and she in flower
To both of us this coldness teases
A jasmine of night and her desperate lover.