ORCHIDS

She wore brightly orchids in her hair, she was the
Belle of the ball without a care; how lovely and refreshing
Was her stare as she touched the orchids in her hair. As
She danced across the room the music played her favorite
Tune; softly he rose to meet her stare as lovely orchids
Caressed her hair. Magnolia fragrance was in the air as
They held the moment with a stare; she smiled, he bowed
And did not dare to place his orchids in her hair.