An orchid

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