It seems quite funny how,
though the world is spinning
round
and
around
everything appears quite still with you.
The ever sweet feelings of consistency.

The outside,
can never compare to
the sweetest of insides.
The skin as soft,
and gentle at even the firmest grip.
Fragile,
but never fearsome.
The inside,
oh how can one depict.
A core,
of pure blissfulness.
A heart,
which yearns to bring out a smile.
A sunrise which
yearns to bloom and bring warmth.

And after?
What is one left with?
The pit of to be disposed?
No,
rather a memory.
One is often said,
to be "true to their roots."
And for just as this peach,
its core is a symbol of home.
A yearn for a future.
The seed brings you home.
Home to those who love you.

I shall forever bloom with you.