Love blossomed like a branch of Jasmine

Love blossomed like a branch of Jasmine.
The solar hand drew with a brush.
Color in milk. Eyes-black coffee.
The heavens froze in a motionless waiting.

My heart sang like an echo in a sink.
The atmosphere spread like primroses all around.
Kissed the beloved that spring spirit.
The breeze caressed her ears.

A branch of Jasmine blossomed love,
White day with the taste of coffee with milk.
Hugged the sun gently under the window.
They both believed that this love was the last.