I haven’t told you yet,
It’s nothing but I know you’ll get,
My meaning when I explain,
Or try to say.
That plant with violet eyes,
Of mixed up white and purple.
The name of which I don’t know.
Which just goes to show,
How teasing life can be.
It has a scent that transports me.
To the back fence of her house.
It’s here in Japan.
Reminds me now of you.
Made me feel at home while I still,
Wondered if I could stay and,
Live so far away.
The smell was auspicious.
It fits with the tranquillity,
Gentle sensibility,
With which I feel a,
Quiet affinity.
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