Tangy orange juices fill my daylight.
Sunsets and sunrise bursting bright tonight.
I remember our long summer days.
Paradise, coconuts, and candy sprays.
Orange picking in the orchards of love.
Marigolds adorned our breaking bed above.
Paradise was a price to pay for love.
None were as sweet as the citrus we shared.
But it poisoned our sight, impaired.
Golden stars burned bright for long, long, long days.
As we traveled the orange lake in haze.
His touch, his caress were so important.
They made me forget, I was important.
Love is a price to pay for paradise.
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