Sweetheart, I have a confession to make to you -
- Orchid Lady, you are my greatest asset; you are the treasure of my life
Worldly people of avarice horde their wealth in foreign banks or hidden places -
- but none of this wealth will ever be as precious as the love you give to me.
How can you measure gold and precious stones to the starlight that shines from your eyes?
Do you think you can make wealth hold you in ugly unseen arms and whisper, "I love you?"
Please tell me, how can a body of sought-after ore compare to the body you freely share with me?
My gorgeous flower compared to you all these matters pale into insignificance; these assets can't love!
Whenever I feel your arms wrapped lovingly around me I am transported into another world -
- yes, it is our Never, Never Land with all its peace and joy, where even enemies love each other
Such is the way of our love; each time your perfume shares its secrets with me I fall under your spell
Oh, Orchid Lady I want to feel your softness and relax in your beauty until the end of time.
I can't begin to tell you of the emerald-like sparkle your eyes flash into my own -
- they hold a mystery and a glow far brighter than the warming rays of the sun
Should I caress the golden strands of your hair they feel like the softest silk from the Far East
Those little sighs you make adorn my ears like music played by a Symphony Orchestra.
Orchid of my life, should a year consist of ten thousand months; a year would be too short
To witness you as you walk into a candle lit room would see the candle flames bow their heads to you
Opulence may well occupy the minds of those who seek the many riches I do not possess -
- Simply having you inside my heart gives me the greatest asset of all - that asset is you!
