He was dazzled, aroused by its beauty
An innocent bloom, lost
Amidst a jungle of stone
Solitary but for its brethren, spread afar
And so he tended, regardless
Though not his to own or of his own
Not his to aspire for
It was somehow, his duty, his task
To give all, to bear all
For it was an efflorescence unlike others before
And so the orchid bloomed more beautiful
With each touch, each caress, each concern
Shown of true sympathy, purity of empathy
Without askance of repayment
Save for comforting counsel in lone times
And as time sped, a rush, a dash
As when all things flowed
In times of shared serenity
Of oneness in scintillating bliss
Would come a period of halting
For it took but an oversight
A moment of weakness of the mind
To scar, to scrape its brethren
An injury beyond repair, despite
In spite of his efforts
And so the orchid turned
Away from its tender
Away from its carer
He, abandoned
A deep pain inflicted
And as he thought his heart dwindled
Came another
A bloom much greater
A brilliance of independence
A shining resplendence of life
It was a pink rose of hope
His hope
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