Orchid Love
A flower is nature's way of showing you love.
A porcelain bloom, a breathless sigh,
Cradled in glass beneath a weeping sky.
Petals of silk, fragile yet bold,
Unfolding secrets that love has told.
A touch, a caress, the world held still,
Time dissolves, bending to the will.
Its fragrance whispers, a delicate stream,
Awakening echoes of a half-lit dream.
Raindrops trace the glass, a mournful song,
Mirroring shadows where hearts go wrong.
Yet the orchid blooms, in defiance it grows,
A beacon of hope where the darkness flows.
I turn to her gift, a vision in red,
A fiery presence where love is led.
Her dress ignites like the evening sun,
A flame declaring, βWe are one.β
A stolen glance, a kiss profound,
A fleeting moment where souls are bound.
Together we dance, a timeless waltz,
Beneath the stars, where the universe halts.
As the tempest roars and the heavens cry,
The orchid stands, reaching for the sky.
In its heart, our secret abidesβ
A love that blossoms, and never hides.
