To: Time of Old
A heart mourning grievously from a forbidden ordeal
With the survival potential of a sub-tropical orchid
Blossoming in the month of a winter chill
A passion...a taboo…in and of itself
There is no market
A relationship leading to an ultimate death
A yearning so strong...it's unreasonable
Orchid's blossom...tabooed encounter
All in all....both are unseasonable
Born in a time when temperatures are extreme
Survival of the fittest...both dares only to dream.
An ache...centered in the depths of a soul
A passion burning deeply...yet oh! So cold!
Tattooed on its essence...it cries to the Almighty
Why did you not lead me from this temptation?
Now alone to reap the pains of a deserted spirit
It can feel the hurt...but still yields to it
In the darkness of the mind where dreams take place
And in the beating of the heart
Where so much is at stake
A broken seal on this can of worms
Would not be considered very smart
Dreams of infidelity…where passions squirm