Ode to a Flower

A single orchid blue blooms in my room,
For long its kind face by the light has stood.
A flower’s longevity I’ve misunderstood,
For its companions a quick wilt assumed;
As soon as they bloomed from their bud, their womb
To behold the light as long as they could,
The laws of nature proclaimed that they should
Fall down and fade into an inglorious tomb.
For a long time I pondered on the truth:
With this one flower what had nature meant?
Slowly the answer to my question came:
My other passions came quickly and went,
Save for you but you don’t feel the same;
You are my flower, blue my love for you.