Like love flowers are not immortal

You are a delicate fragile beauty 

a kiss of fresh air and water

In your heart forever lives consumes and nosh sings a Orchid

One that admires my luxurious appearance , my feelings , and misty voice

Adores desires a waltz

An orchid who adores and desires the roles of the muse 

Words cannot fathom or describe such feelings

All it can say is that I am the painter and she is the watercolor painting 

In your mind a bleeding heart flower a lamprocapnos poisonous as ever

Goodnight it says toward the Orchid