We are brilliantly modest
And yes my partner is modestly stunning.
And if we were roses,
I would want to be planted next to them,
Even though we would appear foolish
Next to so much an elegant extravagance,
But a rose, we are not.
Our delicate, mature appearance
Tricks an average eye,
For far deep beneath our petals
Is where our youthful colors lie.
We’re the mother of all flowers,
A golden drop of dew, graceful,
Exotic, fragile, and intelligent
Orchids of such rare beauty,
If we were roses we could live forever,
But our lives are short, and sweet
And our days are numbered.
For we will live, love and sacrifice,
Only to fall to rise again
A life free of strife,
Paradise, just look at the two of us.
So content to be, my orchid and me.