Tiny, white sweet scented flower
oval petals of love’s own stole
Your fragrance a demure shower
of the purity of one’s soul

Quite unassuming dark green leaves
covers your maze of brown-green limbs
Your sturdy sprouting base that weaves
a magic spell that never dims

So pure and sweet sampaguita
rise now that the dark night has come
Perfume the air incognita
and chase away all grief and glum

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