Unknown Poem

Jasmine in the air
The burden of fame is real
Never felt so clear

Because the sweetness and one noteness of
Honeysuckle and Jasmine on
The first day of spring always stand in
Such a stark contrast
To the layers of chaos and duality
That fame has brought to my life

Call me dramatic but it's the first thing i
Think of when i see or smell something
That is unmistakably it'self- something
That can't be interpreted
In any other way but one way

What a gift for a flower to invoke only
One smell and one sense of romance
With no disdain or melancholy
Attached to it's fragrance
And to be enjoyed for free
And for that reason unable to be evaluated