Young blossom

Written by: James Peranteau

I know young blossom 
that your stare is love,
yet mine is lust

Your brown hair,
your brown eyes,
and olive skin;
oh young blossom,
what I crave
is sin

Yes young blossom,
you say that you have insight
yet I have wisdom,
you say that you have desire
yet mine is need

Young blossom,
you pack your lunch;
and I shall fast