Dancing round and round,
The sun it’s golden light,
I also dancing found,
In happiness delight,
Where littlest Jasmin pirouette,
Turned to the early sun,
I now danced instead,
In joy she there had spun,
Happiness that spot had worn,
There on that garden path,
On every early silent morn,
There danced my little Jas,
Tears now streamed my eyes,
Looking at the sun for her,
There in paradise,
I wish with her could share,
A golden cross amidst the sun,
A figure that I knew,
In white and bright pure linen hung,
The king of Love and Jew,
Amidst his shining heavens chest,
A little figure did I see,
Pressed closely to his chest,
Jasmin it would be,
Oh my I thought what did I do?
I crucified my love,
Such hurt I never knew,
With pleading eyes looked up above,
Alone I walked the garden path,
Deep in thought and pain,
Thinking of my little Jas,
Not from hurt respite would gain,
Then in a flash of joy and love,
Some vision came to me,
She was there up above,
She wanted me to see,
With him she was, upon that cross,
Buried deep within his chest,
There was no pain no dross,
This moment I was blessed,
Happy valentine the light she shone,
Both smiling in their light,
This where love is home,
No more love, or light, more bright.
©13/02/2009
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