My Purple Orchid
Once the maturity of balmy embrace is in purple
Smile is still too sweet though you have no dimples
Love from you is soul and mind refinement
Hand-touch can be more than beatific achievement
My purple orchid makes me the luckiest girl ever
Twice the royal flower is delicate some time longer
My purple orchid charms me some way meaningfully
Creating love for someone no more logically
Someday later I will find my finest gentleman
Complete with a bouquet of purple orchids in his hand
A rare and magnificent flower preserves true love
A light color purple, happiness I won't get off
poem by Renny Puspa Sari
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