I shall never ever take in more memorable juvenile scents
As the evening bloom of your very first gardenia smell
That you in my direction once upon a time have sent
During the fateful summer eve when I for you befell.
Your loose, mother of pearl linen dress, white, like the Luna mar
Flirtingly flapped in the breeze, whiffing welcomes towards me
As you freshly strolled the church grounds of a warm summer bazaar.
Being very familiar with gardenia perfume, I like a buzzed honey bee
In Grandmother`s garden, thirsting for a bitty sip of your sweetness
Began to respire the savoring nectar wind stirred over to me
By your threshold to womanhood that extolled such balminess,
Unfolding and releasing right before me your full moon bouquet
Of the summer gardenia.