Orion He is always there, Always near when I am far. Our bond is As brilliant as a shooting-star. Other men, Come and go. But he will Never leave me so. His story is long And full of pain. But I care not As long as he will remain. He watches over me, From his starry home. Never will he consent To leave or roam. My man, Orion. (Written April 9, 2003) posted by Cassandra 8:59 PM . . .
