Love me tender, to the soft caress.
Lay me gentle like the calm ocean of the night.
Feed me with the sun's warmth,
Nutured within the natural wilderness.
Love me tender, a voice soft to speak.
Upon the grass I rest and stars witness.
Reborn in the world of change,
Yet roots affirmed strong and branched.
Love me tender, intentions demure.
As if the angels presented its elegance,
And grew in heavenly desire.
Giftful and cheerful, undeniably always a sight to please.
Love me tender, a spiritual presence.
Fragile but strict with protuding confidence.
Glorious we pray, a joyous hopeful with faith.
A tribute to the Orchid- the Tenderful One.
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