The Purple Flower Poem by Robert Edgar Burns

She placed a purple orchid
Beside me on the seat.
She walked away so sexily
My heart skipped many beats.

She looked back over her shoulder,
I beheld her angelic smile.
I observed a subtle blushing,
That almost drove me wild.

She walked away so graciously.
My eyes took in each sway.
Her feminine curvaceousness,
Wouldn't let me look away.

I looked down at the flower,
With a beauty all it's own.
But even in it's splendor,
Could never even match her frown.

I cherish still my favorite flower,
And the memory of that day.
With the smiles upon her face,
Each time I dream her way.