If i love, i will die
And Wherever death stands,
a once shared adulation has just left.
Yet we always gamble an attempt to cheat this force.
You know We’re all just orchids leaning to the water .
Thirsty veined and wilted,
Gasping for slivers of sunlight from
the jungle bottoms of our hearts,
Keeping keen to our own wild patches,
Ever fearing contamination to our pure strand,
Ever daunting the chance of being ripped from the gravid soils of our securities,
Or lushly trampled into it!
the irony pushed even deeper.
But.
Sometimes.
Sometimes.
A rose will be found swaying in the bushes o’er,
A lilly will skip these waters from time to time,
the gesture of a flower so rare,
tho sadly plucked from the tangles of the brush so deep,
was,
the only way to make her smile.
Yes If I love, i will die!
But in chance of this Demise
something more beautiful just might flourish .