Like Jasmine and the Mango Tree



                                                                 I want to be loved

the way jasmine loves the mango tree—

not in haste,

but by gently climbing into its soul.


To flower together,

to bear fruit together,

rooted in purpose,

soft with happiness.


A love that is quiet yet alive,

soulful in its giving,

abundant in its becoming.


Spreading joy without trying,

offering shade, fragrance, sweetness

to everyone who passes by.


Caring for one another

through seasons of bloom and fall,

until time itself grows tired

and lets us rest—

still entwined.


- *Chippy Mohan*

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