The girl called orange blossom

orange blossom
racing thoughts of you
are all that fill my mind
none other could be so sweet
great pines would bend just to see your face knowing that
evergreens could not compare to you

blooming images 
like flowery ghosts
of you haunt me
so many nights spent waking
staring at the tree outside my window
olive branches covered in sprouts
made simply bland by my orange blossom