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Who couldn't say you are the prettiest,
though some would say i am delirious,
for a gleam of your reflected crimsom eyes so red, they're so mysterious,
it has me frozen over such a sight of beauty,though with time it might be dangerous.

Who could not say you are a treasure,
for emeralds you hold as eyes are more to me than any pleasure,
and soft as crimson petals are your arms like breezing orchids in a meadow,
with a gentle,oh such a gentle silent smile,no, not a flower could compare,
but would you care, to want to share,
a silent smile of violet speers with me?

An orchid thinker,
morbid dreamer,
horrid sinker of the hearts who couldn't reach you.
As the sun in skies could barely reach you,
it's rays of orange gray will hide in clouds,
but surely they do seek you.

The orchid of deceit,
an ocean lines the gleam of a sun path,
are me and you complete.
It goes and glows much less in secret,
as the night replaces and obscures,
and separates the road constructed of a rose,
destroying what was once a love, my cure,
the orchid of fading leaves,with no relief for me as all i give is but a tear.