Sun-Sweet

Sun-sweet Sun-sweet, I plucked your stem not for your taste, but for the way you looked at me when I strolled by on harvest day, as you hung from flourished citric tree. Sun-sweet Sun-sweet, I wouldn't dream of hurting you. Why must one peel such wholesome love to know if what they've picked taste true? Sun-sweet Sun-sweet, The dawn approaches on swift wings with morning's lively kiss in tow. Such warmth is worthy of our praise. Will you come with me to grace its glow? Sun-sweet Sun-sweet, I'll lift you up towards open sky. Please promise me that you will keep the fragrance that you hold alive. Let's bask in caramel rays of heat, forevermore Sun-sweet Sun-sweet!