loving Her is like a peach,so juicy
in its richness,reach     up the clouds
                                 ,pluck off
Your sweet,     candy Love is Your reason
     to be.
Her beauty lies    in trees,seas,  bees
                       abuzz
the flowers knees,  the ecstasy of Love
is all:         a stream, a lake, a waterfall.

if Love is weather, plantlife,     & water
is limerence then her sickly daughter?

peaches **** wasps to them,wasps reach
                                          clouds,&
reap mayhem. trees are sappy, seaful salt
   could turns bees honey to liquor&malt.
I am thinking of Her, time is ticking,
          flame of love eats candles wicking
so look
upon Her face,& see       Love        is gone.