He gave her orchids, not roses, not flame—
But quiet things, with roots that cling
To silent bark, and bloom in shade—
The way he loved, unseen.
She smiled like spring, but loved like wind,
Passing through without regret.
He stayed like dusk, holding the light,
Even as the sun forgets.
The others brought tangerines, bright and sweet,
Sun-kissed and easy to hold—
But he only offered orchids, slow to bloom,
In a language too patient, too old.
She never saw how he watered hope,
In a garden she never walked.
How he learned to speak her silences,
And answered when she never talked.
He watched her dance with summer hearts,
Each one burning out too soon—
Yet still, he kept the orchids near,
Blooming beneath a winter moon.
No final scene, no curtain fall,
No music swelled, no kiss—
Just him and orchids, year by year,
Tending love that she won’t miss.
Despite all this, always smiling
His love for her, unwavering.
Erennwrites
"They say you need countless lifetimes of fate to meet even once in this life. If you miss it when it brushes past, that’s the end.”
Inspired from When Life Gives You Tangerines.
