A new sensation to be felt
As thee gazes upon a flower
A heart begins to melt
An orchid whom doesn\'t want to be picked
All alone in a deserted field
She swayed to me and me heart flipped
As white as snow with shining petals
And Gorgeous leafes
Whom Color turned Bright green at the sight of thee
Will we march towards a flowered gate
Or will we stay in a sandy field
Praying for a pleasant fate