*like the orchid*

as the candles flicker in the cold rush of the open window,
and the single red rose stands tall against the pane,
my heart is stronger because i have loved.
my heart is like the orchid that mirrors the rose,
strong and bold, white and pure,
untouched but stands with a little help,
leaves strong but innocent,
with a moment to capture itself,
and a time all of its own.

it stands strong in the cold wind capturing the world,
finding its strength when the sun sets.
it deserves more than the sun can give,
yet doesn't deserve anything at all;
just as i don't deserve the brilliance he gives,
the moments that make life all worth it,
and the tiny minutes that i can look into his eyes
and know that i want nothing else.

that orchid is stronger than the single red rose,
but equally as unsure,
and i am strong just as sure,
but i am stronger with him here, with him in my heart,
and lying in his arms.
i may be like that orchid,
but without him, i am nothing.