Wild Orchid

Your midnight beauty cannot surpass the light of day

This wild flower you hold blossoms to the sounds of your soul

Let's stay in this garden of mystery until the end of May

Our insanity is the passage to our hears that make us whole

I swear the pain of my words will not hurt you so

Let me paint this of our future's glory

Your innocence is my bliss for I will be your beau.

Your glossy face itself is only the beginning of this story

For these flowers of our love are given the beauty they present

Do not worry my darling, this love story isn't broken, but only
bent