The Purple Orchis

You pluck the bloom to pieces with a smile,
Chattering heedlessly the while,
And I watch you strip the stalk
Of its purple pride of petals as you talk;
And the flower, that when you came
Burst to flame
In the sunlight of your eyes,
Petal after petal dies,
As you pluck my heart to pieces with a smile,
Chattering heedlessly the while.
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