As I rise from rest I know a few things One of which is simple: Watermelon is the perfect fruit The others are more complex I can't really explain: Love is elusive It can be my best friend Or it can be my worst enemy However, I've had it best before And... Abelias. Like the flower? Not sure what this means Maybe it's an anagram for something Something largely important Or someone Who it seems as though My whole life depends on This one, I can't seem to let go of Abelias...
I won't forget, I know I'll never escape these woes No matter how hard I try I can never match that high
I can't even write a poem about other things anymore. It always circles back. Her love courses through my veins. I'll give it back soon.