A belle to all who behold
Black hair of silken flair, eyes of sea-green glow
Skin of talc to touch
Brushed of blossom blush
A sight of marigold
Flowered hands and frosted frock
Veiled in vanilla bouquet
Petite, posed in perfection
She is nature’s pallet
She is, my Orchid
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