Jun 2020
One hand gripped some yellow seeds-
The other, seeds stained red
One seed would grow up ****-
The other grows sweet instead
Each fruit would make a lovely juice
That bursts with intense flavor
Despite the ****, to spite the sweet-
Little treats we each would savor
Baked and burned and fricasseed
And placed in ornate wrappings-
Then placed upon a grocery shelf
In boxes of lavish trappings
Don't you see, my sweet-
Finding love is like eating candy?
You open wide and take a bite
To discover lemons **** or cherries dandy
The other, seeds stained red
One seed would grow up ****-
The other grows sweet instead
Each fruit would make a lovely juice
That bursts with intense flavor
Despite the ****, to spite the sweet-
Little treats we each would savor
Baked and burned and fricasseed
And placed in ornate wrappings-
Then placed upon a grocery shelf
In boxes of lavish trappings
Don't you see, my sweet-
Finding love is like eating candy?
You open wide and take a bite
To discover lemons **** or cherries dandy
This is my whimsical take on the sweet and sour aspects of love. Love in full bloom is indulgent and refreshing. But we all fear the downswing when loving someone leaves us open to the possibility of hurt. I wanted to craft an almost singsong rhyme about the joys (and sometimes fears) of discovering love.
