No amount of thorns can keep me, nor a willow that is weeping from the beautiful flower I see before me. Why stop and smell the roses when my orchid is perennial. Your blooms are more than sentimental. Flowers come and go like seasons, but nothing worth picking loses it leaves. Tulips come by the dozen, but I love an orchid for so many reasons. I want to water one flower for the rest of my days, no other flora shall meet my gaze. Your pollen attracts many bees that buzz me awake at night; your aroma is not stunted by the freeze. Our roots grow together, intertwined, you keep me grounded. Please don’t wilt, stay green forever, keep what we’ve built. In the winter, when the last leaf falls, will you still be there to answer my calls, my beautiful orchid.