Purple Orchid
It had begun on the very night that I had declared my love and offered it up to you. Three centuries hence, it was snowing outside. Within these walls, a purple orchid had shed a bloom onto the table. Then, your body seethes, your fingers freeze and your heart shudders with seismic beats. Your entrancing voice kept seducing my mind from the other side of the world. My breathing kept pace with your fingers as they stroked my strings as if I was but an instrument in those practiced hands. In all of those hundreds of years, your silky murmurs were caressing my ears while the notebook was pleading in my hands and I wanted more. It owned only a bloodied mouth while those glassy eyes stared out of the window, the love once freely extolled had dried to powder behind those paused lips. Suddenly spraying gouts of paint across the white, frozen, world, he knew that his adoration would be perceived as florid swoops of purest purple. And yet, outside, the snow still falls had begun on the very night that I had declared my love and offered it up to you. Three centuries hence, it was snowing outside. Within these walls, a purple orchid had shed a bloom onto the table. Then, your body seethes, your fingers freeze and your heart shudders with seismic beats. Your entrancing voice kept seducing my mind from the other side of the world. My breathing kept pace with your fingers as they stroked my strings as if I was but an instrument in those practiced hands. In all of those hundreds of years, your silky murmurs were caressing my ears while the notebook was pleading in my hands and I wanted more. It owned only a bloodied mouth while those glassy eyes stared out of the window, the love once freely extolled had dried to powder behind those paused lips. Suddenly spraying gouts of paint across the white, frozen, world, he knew that his adoration would be perceived as florid swoops of purest purple. And yet, outside, the snow still falls