our friendship is but
an orange flower
fragile child of our hearts
bound together
in time and space, endless chase
beyond madness, just a trace
of orange scent
oh, let me descent
in the late hours of the night
and there, out of sight
standing still
in the white morning chill
sweeter than a kiss
tears turning to bliss
i will hold you, protect you
heal you and fill you
orange flower of gratitude
gone years of solitude
an eternity of multiple choices
lost and found
forever bound
so close, yet so far...
will it survive, the orange flower
from the first to the very last hour?