Our Orchid

by Kelly   Jun 6, 2005


An orchid.
It's beauty remains eternally.
No scent, But still smelled.
Needing no care, but still watered.
Something of rare beauty to gaze at.
Always there. Never to die.
Our love needs rekindling.
It needs the water.
It needs the attention.
It needs the beauty.
It needs to live.
But, unlike an orchid. It dies.

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