The Sweetest Fruit
She bade me eat persimmon
I said, "no my love not I"
I saw the question in her eyes,
I said, "I find them dry."
She bade me eat ripe figs
But I sought a fruit more sweet,
I said "come my love and kiss me
For therein lies the treat."
She said, "do you not like my fruits
For you spurn my offerings,"
"My love I said, I crave your fruits,
And all the joy they bring."
Copyright © Gary Smith | Year Posted 2017
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