ORANGE BLOSSOMS

Would orange blossoms in my hair
bring you back to me?

Or a home donned with so fine
of scents to fill your every need?

Whispers of my love for you.
Break these walls alone.

Tears of patience overcome
My will to be so strong.

Were I to be an angel
Would I take you in my wings?

Lain upon my breast
You could rest and love me eternally.

--Diva