I told you I loved Oranges
Not for the taste but because they make good muses
The pulp is quite nasty
But the way they are built to share, and to share is to love
I told you how I love poems with oranges
And when the time came
And i wouldn´t eat
And I couldn´t eat
And you peeled an orange
And you gave me half

How dare you love me the way I long to be loved?