orchid

oh, please ... do not pay minutes to the bandit called Perfection - a more enigmatic siren does not now exist still, even in her most beguiling accomplishment she feigns not a breath of your uncommon grace oh, verily ... she is immaculate, pure but no human soul that breathes (or any that rest in earth, ages hence) did e'er settle gaze on her illusory countenance or chance to catch a hint of her blossom on the breeze oh, pray ... be content in all you are your semblance catches breaths and the uncommon aspect of your heart - the flaws and frailties that are uniquely thine bloom subtle and splendid in the rare orchid others see oh, hearken ... do you discern the folly? precious moments wasted in endless pursuit of a phantom, fair while you possess all that is real and tangible you are the colorful, unique, diverse and elegant ENVY of ... perfection. ( ORCHID = One Rare Creation - Human, Inimitable, Divine )