The Fruit

My love is not dependent on your love
No matter what you do, you have my heart
Like poetry I write, my thoughts are of
the metaphoric fruit that’s sweet and tart.
It fills my mouth with juice, and yet I thirst
I want the fruit; it nourishes my soul
Without the fruit, my hunger is the worst
of any pain I’ve felt; I won’t extol
the fruit for how it tastes; of course it’s good
By good, I mean the best, no matter what
They say I shouldn’t eat it, but I should
I want it all, so I would never cut
the metaphoric fruit; the fruit is you
I want you whole, no matter what you do.

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