ROSES SWEET AND ORCHIDS RARE
  ROSES SWEET AND ORCHIDS RARE
  With pen in hand my parchment thirsts for the words
  A deep need within my soul compels me to write
  Aimlessly I sift through my emotions new and aged
  It's like searching for "The Lost City of Gold"
 
  Drifting endlessly in a thicket of useless what-nots
  Finding words to express how blessed she makes me feel
  As I pen this letter to a woman who owns my heart
  Our love is bathed in roses sweet and orchids rare
 
  Could she be smiling that remarkable smile of hers?
  Is she reminiscing about the gentle caress of my hand?
  Her sensitivity melts my heart when I see a tear appear
  It's a great feeling in knowing she misses me as I do her
 
  No one has ever touched my soul as passionately as she
  I always experience the passion within each kiss
  With each and every thought of her, a fire ignites in me
  When she is in my arms, it is a light from God above.
 
 
  by Richard Lee Cook
 
 
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