The orchids look beautiful
My dear
You eyes, like the seed, from a flower
Its soul, it holds.
The lake ripples, in time
My mind thinks, somewhere else
Without you, it, I will never find.
Whisper in my ear,
tell me of secrets, I need to hear
Breath be the breeze,
That ripples my heart.
The sun is going to sleep, my dear
The orchid, she is tired
Her fragility,  needs rest
To brighten another's dream
My dear