Orange Blossoms

Orange blossoms scattered
Across an ocean of lush green trees
In this hidden valley among the desert hills
Here I'll take you, in paradise, to be
Sweet juices on your lips, and
fragrant white flowers in your long dark hair
To a place of heavenly purple hues
Among old gray arches, ancient brick courtyards
Old white roses and time worn fountains
In a quiet corner we'll sit
and meditate
As our warmth diffuses in the
tranquil golden air
And we touch, our hands in
union
And kiss like young lovers do
Here, I'll find you in this
quiet place
With orange blossoms in your
hair
And sweet kisses on your lips
Among the fragrances of
a hidden valley --
called Love

Copyright ©
November 23, 1998
Michael David Coffey