Artichokes like Comets
A Fruit for My Love
If I were to pick a fruit,
for you, my love,
it would have to be the best,
the best fruit one could find.
It’s winter now and fruit is scarce,
but I will find a fruit for you,
my love.
A ripe fruit, plump
and ready,
with a color as delicious
as the fruit itself.
Because you, my love,
deserve the best,
the best fruit one could find.
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