🖋️ Beneath Shifting Skies

Some men chase roses with petals so red, Drawn to the bloom, by sweet things they said. But thorns leave a mark when passion is blind— I searched for beauty, but left love behind. A rose can fade with just one brief romance, Its colors fade with each fleeting chance. I found my heart in something more rare— An orchid in bloom, with grace beyond compare. She didn’t dazzle with a flashy display, But held me close in her gentle, quiet way. Her voice like rain on a thirsty tree, Soft and soothing—she was meant for me. No crowd to cheer, no grand parade, But in her smile, my fears all swayed. I tossed out my past like petals in wind, For an orchid whose love won’t rescind. From faded words scratched on a napkin carried in my wallet