She fairly took my breath away,
Proudly stood in regal splendour.
Basking in the morning sun,
A sweetheart, tall and slender.
Alone there on the grassy slope.
Her carpet green and brown.
So attractive, so seductive
In her, crinolene, purple gown.
Appealingly, she drew me near.
A beckoning, tender, quintessence.
Drifting silently on the summer breeze.
Her alluring, sweet, fragrance.
Humbly stooped on bended knee,
Her fragile form to gently touch.
Whispered words of wonderment
To blossoming beauty, nonesuch.
I wished that I could capture her,
That with me she could stay.
But she would, sadly, wilt and die.
I had to walk away.
In vulgar tongue she's Lady Orchid.
Orchis Purperea her Latin name.
She's my angel of the wilderness,
But she's Mother Nature's claim.
Achill Ladd
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-purple-lady-2/
