The Apricot

what will you write of the apricot, when the fruit has fallen for the last time? 'and the last apricot was like his last letter received a decade ago; that was very little to quench my thirst but his memories were enough to last for the lifetime'! He fuel the flames of her esse He is the essences of her poem He was in her beneath like inebriation His philtres and potions arouses welding "He never returned and how time flies; The apricot jam spread over the toast was his favourite The coral fruit enfolded his tastes and touches And the aroma of the juicy flesh dampen his ardour" All I remember is 'the apricot and his last letter'.