I Get Lost In Your Eyes

Every time I think of you
(More often than morning’s dew)
A pink crowned orchid 
Stands through the ground 
Hair hanging down;
Leaves raised towards the heavens. 
As of now
This flowering overtakes all
Seas and land masses; covering
All in a forest of affection’s flood.
My arms desire to hold you
So badly;
Resting my chin 
On your head
While my limbs cradle you tightly 
I hope you rest well; that 
Your dreams are as sweet
As your smell 
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