Orange sherbet

You've only had eyes for

the orange sherbet.

You've never wanted vanilla or chocolate

You've never wanted rocky road or strawberry

The thought of the sensation

of just your tongue being near these flavors

is disgusting to you.

No, ice cream is boring

for someone like you.

There's only one flavor that

you'd ever let yourself dine to.

You've only had eyes for

the orange sherbet.

Everyone else is satisfied

with the same old, same old

But you've always wanted

something more than that.

Orange sherbet was the only thing

you could stand.

You weren't like the others,

that were satisfied with

tasteless things

like vanilla

chocolate

rocky road

strawberry

I've always wanted to

know what orange sherbet tastes like,

but vanilla is all I know.

When I first met you,

I could tell that you were on the type of high

that only someone who had but a taste of freedom

could feel.

I wanted orange sherbet,

but I was scared of tasting a flavor

that wasn't just plain.

But you showed me tiny scoops

of what it could be like

to have tasted the same tastes

that you have.

You offer me flavors

that I hadn't known before.

Now, I only have eyes for

the orange sherbet

which you gave me a sample of.

Vanilla, chocolate

Rocky road, strawberry

I can't have these anymore

without knowing there's something better

You once told me that

if you could fly

you'd fly into a different world,

where people weren't just satisfied

by something so tasteless like vanilla.

Perhaps I've already had my tastes

of extravagant flavors, though.

I've tried to convince myself that

I've had flavors as special as orange sherbet

But no, it's only been

French vanilla.

After realizing that,

since then, I've only had eyes for

orange sherbet.

Only having had vanilla,

French vanilla was extravagant to me.

Only having had orange sherbet,

French vanilla was vile to you.

You threw up so many times,

and I couldn't help but want to know why.

Everyone said French vanilla was

exotic, lavish

I wanted to know why

you just couldn't handle a scoop.

After just one free sample from you,

I could see why.

My eyes opened up

and I began to understand

the flavors at my disposal.

It feels so hard,

watching you go away

like it was just a memory.

But I'll always remember

the orange sherbet.

Maybe one day I'll be able to

have my tastes synched up with yours,

so I can just know what

it tastes like.

Orange sherbet isn't sold very often,

but seeing how much you liked it

makes me want to do the same.

I'll have to stick with French vanilla

for a while.

I can't enjoy the flavor any more,

but one day, I'll find a store

that has it in its collection: orange sherbet.

Maybe then,

I'll be just a bit like you.

You once said if you could fly,

you'd fly into a different world

where people weren't just satisfied

by something so tasteless like vanilla.

Or French vanilla.

Or chocolate, or rocky road, or strawberry.

After all, you've only had eyes for

orange sherbet.

If I could fly,

I would promise to reserve

just a bit of that special flavor

for myself.

Not French vanilla.

Not chocolate, not rocky road, not strawberry.

Now, I only have eyes for

orange sherbet.