Love Is the Thing With Fruits

By George P. Lumayag https://georgelumayag.weebly.com/ Love is the thing with fruits That nourishes in the hearts And beats the drum with timing And never stops beating. And the fruits are tasted And the seeds must be planted That could show love is right And that would have a bountiful harvest. I've seen it in the widest farmland But I've heard it at the mangrove shore That the fruits were covered with surd By the drum-beating harvest of a sincere hand.